The state highway became a blinding tunnel of gray mist and flashing strobes. Vance kept one hand on the wheel and the other on his radio, coordinating a perimeter with state troopers. Beside Elena in the back, Valorian was a creature possessed. He stood with his front paws on the center console, his eyes fixed on the black sedan through the windshield.
“He’s heading toward the industrial crossing!” Vance yelled over the siren. “If he hits the interstate, we’ll lose him in the congestion!” Douglas was driving like a man with nothing left to lose, forcing semi-trucks into the shoulder and clipping the mirrors of idling cars. Every time the sedan swerved, Valorian let out a sharp, guttural bark, his body tensing as if he wanted to launch himself through the glass.
His gaze never wavering from the red glow of the sedan’s taillights. The gap was closing, but the rain was turning the road into a sheet of black glass.