THE LAST SHIFT: A Werewolf without a Wolf
"Right side, beneath the arm!"
I twisted, shot up again, and drove both claws into the spot she mentioned. Sparks exploded. The Ghost unit spasmed, then collapsed in a heap.
One down.
Tyra stared at me like I was a stranger. "You're adapting fast."
I couldn't answer. My heart was pounding too hard, adrenaline flooding my system.
Kieran had the second unit down, but the third was gone.
I scanned the ceiling.
There.
It crawled along the stone like a spider, its limbs bending in impossible ways. It was heading for the control panel above the power grid.