A third of the world's population are cursed to become werewolves on the full moon, and walled cities like Seattle protect the Clean Bloods. People like Detective Daria McQueen protect the gates of the city to stand against the packs of wolves, three nights a month.
When Daria discovers a breach in the wall while on her patrol, and saves a family from infection by three hungry wolves, Daria herself is saved by a wolf hunter she had believed to be nothing but an urban legend: the Red Hood, Maireni Damaschin. The mysterious woman in a red cloak seems to possess inhuman abilities.
Daria and Maireni find themselves caught in a tangled web of deception that goes back centuries, which could spell the end to Clean Bloods and throw the world into servitude.
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Victor was yelling at me over the automatic weapons fire and the flame throwers at the gates of the city, “McQueen! Daria! Did you hear me?”
I wiped the sweat away from my face then lowered my riot shield again and nodded as I yelled back, “Yeah, I heard you, you old blowhard! I got the perimeter sweep, switching to coms.” I took a moment to look at the tide of snapping fangs and razor-sharp claws slamming into the main city gate.
The wolves looked rabid, foaming at their mouths. But I knew it was just the burns from the silver strands in the steel bars of the gate burning and foaming their flesh as they threw themselves against it. Damn, every full moon it seems there are more and more of them. Where are they coming from, and why does it seem like they are all converging here at Seattle? The other major cities are reporting only their usual numbers.
I glanced up at the full moon hanging over the horizon. We only had to hold for another hour until the sun was up and we were in the clear. I checked the magazine of my tactical shotgun to be sure I had silver rounds loaded, then hopped off the ladder down to the ground. A claw came slashing through the bars, I could hear the sizzle and the putrid smell of burning flesh as an unusually large wolf strained to get to me. Like I'd be stupid enough to step close.
I rolled my eyes, raised my shotgun, and fired, reducing its head to burning and sizzling hamburger. “Bad dog,” I mumbled as its body slumped to the ground. The acrid sulfur smell that marked the transformation filled the air as the body melted back into its human form. Fuckin' werewolves.
