The train shrieked as it barreled west, steel wheels screaming against the rails, spitting black smoke into the California night. Passengers tried to sleep, but something in the last carriage refused to let the air settle. It wasn’t the groan of the brakes or the restless sway of the tracks. It was her.

She sat in the rear of the train like a queen in exile, emerald silk glinting in the lamplight, her smile curved just enough to unsettle anyone who dared look too long. No one could name the feeling she carried, but they all felt it—a slow, coiling tension, like the room itself was holding its breath. Even the men who wanted her didn’t dare move closer. Not yet.

Madam Slink wasn’t just traveling to California. She was arriving. And there’s a difference.

Her fingers traced the glass window as the landscape blurred by, but her eyes stayed sharp, hungry, taking in every detail like she could taste the future waiting for her. This was a woman who didn’t follow luck. She hunted it.

By the time the train screeched into Los Angeles, every man in that carriage had lost something to her—money, courage, or a piece of his soul.

And she hadn’t even stepped off the train yet.

In Los Angeles, Dahabu walks a dangerous line between survival and savagery. Lured in by a smooth-talking white businessman, he finds himself collecting debts—not just money, but pieces of his own soul. When a moment of recognition stops him cold, the werewolf inside finally stirs. A brutal reckoning follows, and with blood still fresh, Dahabu makes a plan: buy a taxi, blend in, and hunt predators by moonlight.

Meanwhile, in Chicago, Amina has become someone else—Madam Slink. Her speakeasy drips with jazz, perfume, and whispered danger. She’s rich, ruthless, and feared… until a ghost from her past walks through the door. Her older brother, long dead and burned in a tribal hunt, returns with a message that shakes her foundation. When he speaks her birth name, Amina, everything unravels.

Two monsters. Two cities. One chapter closer to collision.

Los Angeles, 1850. Dahabu steps off a wagon and into a city humming with opportunity, secrets, and suspicion. But he's not alone. Slink—the dark, cunning serpent spirit that once whispered through Amina—has followed him west, and now he's telling the story.

In this episode, the tension simmers beneath California’s golden skies. Gospel hands clap and feet stomp in a soul-shaking Black church service where praise becomes power and rhythm becomes resistance. Joy roars, tears fall, and one spirit-sensitive elder sees deeper than most, straight into the beast Dahabu tries to outrun.

But the snake known as Slink sees everything.
He’s not just watching. Slink is narrating.