Lavender flew through the air, making an exit through the front windshield and far enough away to not injure anyone else. Katie's neck was worn open, rifle broken in half, and scarlet pouring down her tactical robes. I took a breath, then another. Katie was dead. Focus on the werewolf. Lavender was on the M5, and running freely off the exit ramp. I looked at the sign and fear took over me. Tunnel Road E. Heathrow Airport.