The silence of the blackout was more terrifying than the sirens. In the belly of Sterling Global, the only sound was the heavy, rhythmic breathing of four people who shouldn't be in the same room together.
"Emergency lights should kick in for the stairwells," Victor’s voice cut through the dark, cold and clinical despite being pinned against a wall by a Lycan King. "But the elevators are dead. If we want out, we drop sixty floors on foot."
"We aren't going down the stairs," I said, my hand finding Julian’s in the dark. His skin was buzzing with the aftershocks of the energy drain. "The wolves are in the lobby. They’ll be funneling upward. They expect us to be trapped."
"Then we go up," Julian said, his voice surprisingly firm. "The Sterling helipad. Victor, you have the AW139 fueled and
