The bombers weren't the only surprise Patrick had prepared for them.
The North Packhouse was under siege.
Screams filled the air as commotion broke out in every direction. People ran in blind panic, shoving and stumbling over one another as they scrambled to escape the heated battle, the metallic tang of blood filling the air.
The attackers were human, yet their strength rivaled that of the trained werewolf guards. They moved with unnatural speed, their eyes glazed with a wild, frenzied focus.
"Ignis!" Violet shouted over the noise, realization dawning on her, "They're all strong from the drug!"
Asher had warned her about the drug during his visit to District One, and now every single symptom he'd described was unfolding before her eyes. Violet watched in horror as the drugged humans rip through the ranks of the guards like rabid beasts, their confidence shocking, their movements wild and unrelenting.
