Stain's POV

One moment we're reveling in our victory, the next we're being torn apart by werewolves. I stayed in the SUV, window down as I struggled to pick up the dark forms in the night. Scrape was in the back seat, his gun in his left hand. I could see almost nothing, just the flashes from pistol fire. It seemed like forever, but probably was a minute before it was quiet again. "Who's wounded," Viper asked.

A few shouts went out. "Load them up, Scrape, you get them back to DeWalt." The doors were opened and I saw the guys as they came in. Dagger was being helped, he...