The werewolf came straight for me, and I unloaded the rifle into the head. Fire blossomed and seared the face, the acrid smell of burning hair thick in my own nose as I realized that her airways were searing shut. The werewolf gasped as if having an asthma attack, claws tearing at her own throat, and collapsed face-down onto the pavement. Lavender was still. Was she dead? The sound of a motor overhead faded into my awareness, and I realized that the airport probably had a helipad nearby. I think we just made the news... I cursed to myself silently and wondered if I would need my solicitor to keep me out of jail for breaking the Statute of Secrecy.