The harsh white spotlights from the helicopters turned the rain into vertical silver needles. The thunder of the rotor blades was a physical force, rattling the metal of the wrecked sedan beneath Nora’s bare feet.
"Federal quarantine?" Cynthia’s blood-flecked laugh was high and frantic behind the cracked windshield. She was trapped against the defroster vents, but her finger was still glued to the silver remote. "You thought you were only fighting wolves, Nora? The High Council didn't build this empire alone. Who do you think bought the silver-nitrate for Julian? Who do you think funds Blackwood Industries?"
Nora didn't answer. Her platinum eyes tracked the heavy-caliber barrels of the machine guns rotating into position from the low-hovering choppers. The human military didn't care abou
