The shadow wolves hit them like a black wave pouring through the broken walls.

Laura's silver tattoos blazed across her skin but she didn't understand how to use the power yet, didn't know what it was supposed to do beyond making her marks glow.

The first wolf lunged at her throat and she threw up her hands instinctively, silver light flashing, and the wolf recoiled with a yelp but kept coming.

So she grabbed the silver blade Lucian had given her earlier and drove it through the creature's skull, black blood spraying across her armor as it disintegrated to ash.

"There are too many," she breathed.

Dante roared and shifted...