"That's enough." The diminutive werewoman's voice drew me around, Nina Dillon's face dark and grim. The former member of Cicero Caine's werepack bowed her head to me, head shaved showing faint scars in the dark stubble, tattooed arms straight at her sides, piercings catching the light through the glass doors. "We had no idea, you must believe that. But we can't stand by and let you kill our leader."

That had better not be a challenge, my demon ...