She was their worst nightmare…she would save their lives…

Prologue

Child of the Night

She was on the run. Her prey decided to fight back…in numbers. She could take 3 or 4 of them easily, but 15 was another story. Especially 15 men with weapons specifically designed to kill her. Running down an alley she stopped to get a hold on her surroundings. The darkness of the night turned her pupils into cat-like slits surrounded by molten silver. Her hair held the same glow of strands of chrome with her own personal add-ins of black and crimson streaks. She was small in frame and looked the part of a normal, helpless woman. Pale, slender hands; which were contrasted with her black fingernails; dug into her pocket reaching for her cell phone….