If there was a kind of weather that made her madder than anything else, it was the damned rain. It had started light, falling from somewhere high above the skyscrapers of New York, where she couldn't see the moon most nights, so there'd been no way for Raven to see the clouds rolling in, and now she was running down the street looking for the nearest open door to go into.
There was a time when this city had been called the city that never sleeps, but that time was past. Things roamed the darkness, and much to her eternal regret Raven was one of them, though not the traditional sun allergic vampire or Luna loving werewolf that most people locked their doors against. No one bothered with crosses and the like anymore, since they found out that most vampires couldn't care less about them, whi
