The foyer was empty. “What the fuck?” Summers stepped out of the elevator and surveyed the hall in disbelief. An unearthly howl pierced the air and I felt my hackles rise. A burst of gunfire followed, but was cut off sharply by an agonized human scream. Solana raced past me toward the source of the sounds, and I followed at her heels. The corridor twisted once before opening onto a sitting room framed by a massive, floor-to-ceiling window. Solana gasped and I crouched at her feet, every muscle tensed. The room looked like the set of a horror film. Swaths of fresh blood festooned the walls, the floor, and the opulent furniture. A large black wolf crouched over mangled human remains, gorging himself on his kill. In the center of the room, a woman sat facing a brilliant sunrise. Her long, flaxen hair was resplendent in the golden glow, but her head was slumped forward and the sickly smell of burning flesh stung my nose. Her right hand was covered in blood, and more had dripped down to create a pool on the floor.
