Free Seven Deadly Sons by C. E. Martin

Keegan was completely baffled. How had the monster even found them? How could it possibly have known they were in the Tower? Had it already been to Greenberg's apartment and somehow defeated Kenslir and the team there?
    Pam shook her head. That wasn't possible. Four stone soldiers, Jimmy, the Colonel and Josie would make mincemeat of any werewolf—even one as big as this one. If it was there.
    Pam fumbled for the phone on her belt. She didn't have her tactical glasses with her—she hated the things, with all their annoying head up displays. If she wasn't in the field, she didn't wear them. She was going to have to reconsider that.
    The smart phone wasn't exactly over-the-counter, but it was still just a phone. Pam started tapping her foot impatiently as the phone tried to connect to the Command center four floors down.
    "What was that thing?" Yadid asked. The old man had recovered his wits and was slowing his breathing. Impressive for someone his age.
    "Shh!" Pam hissed. At last the phone connected. "Command! This agent Keegan! I need immediate assistance on the-"
    Pam's panicked call was interrupted by a noise in the hall, outside of the laundry room she and Yadid were hiding in. It was a deep grunt, a breath like something large would make. Something not normally found in Argon Tower.
     

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
     
     
     
     
    This time when Laura hit the pavement, it was far gentler—the result of gravity, instead of the werewolf's inhuman strength. It barely tickled.
    Laura rolled quickly away from where she imagined the beast to be, smelling burning flesh in her nostrils. She realized it was probably hers. She finally stopped her rolling, face down, and her vision at last cleared, her vampiric healing abilities finally undoing the incredible damage she'd suffered. She rose to her feet, her strength slowly returning.
    Another blue-white flash of light threatened to sear her retinas and she held a hand up to shield her eyes. When she lowered it, she saw the werewolf, charred black, smoke rising from it, as it stood on unsteady feet.
    Another blast of lightning struck the beast—travelling parallel to the ground, from the direction of the Tower. Laura turned and smiled. Chad Phillips had finally gotten his ass in gear.
    The stone soldier was wearing only boxer shorts—apparently roused from sleep by the alarms. He had one hand stretched out in front of him, as though he were about to catch a ball. Instead, he unleashed another flash of lightning, sending millions of psychokinetically generated volts into the large werewolf.
    The beast's flesh now burst in several places, visible due to the lack of hair on its burned hide. It staggered and tried to gather its wits—not an easy feat with its brain boiled inside its skull.
    Phillips struck again.
    This time, the creature collapsed back onto the ground, falling onto its back. Almost immediately, Isaac Jacobson pounced on the smoking beast. He began raining punch after punch on the monster, smashing its head to a battered pulp.
    "I'd offer you my shirt, but I don't have one," Phillips said, walking over to Laura Olson. She hadn't realized she was leaning against a car for support. The fight had taxed even her vampiric powers. She was feeling hungry.
    "What?" She looked down and saw she was once more naked, her body covered with burnt residue that had been her borrowed labcoat and skin charred by the lightning blasts.
    Security guards were running over now, weapons at the ready, as Jacobson continued to reduce the werewolf to a fleshy bag of broken bones.
    "How'd you know I was a vampire again?" Laura said, trying to be nonchalant about her lack of clothes.
    "I didn't," Phillips said, giving her a wide grin filled with stone teeth.
    "Sir!" one of the security guards in black body armor and fatigues yelled. "Command reports a second intruder on sixteen!"
    Phillips spun around and looked up at the black glass sides of the twenty-two story office building. "Dammit!"
    "I can