The weakest girl in the apocalypse accidentally became the obsession of multiple apex predators.

Unfortunately for them, predators don’t share easily.

Felicity was supposed to die on the first day of the apocalypse.

Zombies devour the weak. Beastmen rule the ruins of human cities. Strength decides everything now.

Felicity has none.

Small, soft spoken, and completely unsuited for a world like this, she survives only because Victor finds her first.

Victor is a winged apex predator feared by every beastman who crosses his path. He does not protect strangers.

But once he chooses something…

he does not let it go.

Unfortunately for him, other predators have started noticing her too.

A wolf who watches too quietly.
A snake whose patience feels dangerous.
A lion who refuses to leave her side.

Predators who should never share anything.

Except her.

Because something about Felicity is changing them.

And in a beast ruled apocalypse, predators were never meant to share.

Unfortunately for them, Felicity might be worth learning how.

The violet hum of the pylons grew deafening, vibrating in the marrow of Felicity's bones. She flinched as Victor's boots slammed into the cracked pavement of the town square. The impact sent a shockwave through the ivy, stripping the colonial facades bare. Cold, metallic tech glared beneath the greenery—heavy-duty, black-market military gear, hoarded by the old-world syndicates and the Australian underworld, long before everything rotted out eleven months ago.


Chapter 195 - The Feral Convoy