Chapter 34
The wolves pouring up out of the lower levels smelled wrong. Like ammonia and new-car plastic, their individual aromas subsumed beneath the nausea-inducing cloud of pharmaceutical alteration they and I both shared.
And while Dakota’s drugs had swept my own mind as clean as a freshly wiped counter, these wolves had taken the crutch one step too far. Because they walked stiff-legged down the corridor, snarling and snapping at two-legged shifters who attempted to manage them with electrified cattle prods. Foam built up on curled lips while claws clacked a staccato along the floor. No humanity remained within the four-leggers’ eyes at all.
“Get the collars on!” Dakota demanded, her voice snapping, whip-like, from the doorway of the command center across the way. And her underling
