The bubble reached its pressure tolerance and burst. The blood splattered as Sloan whipped around and revved her gun. Light streamed out before the thick grayness could envelop Sloan. It crashed against the wraith's face and the laughter shifted to a harsh scream as Sloan howled in frenzy and threw more power into her light. Break it, destroy it. Crush it to pieces. Bring down this whole damn house.

The wraith tried to dodge but Sloan had it in her sights and refused to let go. Amateur, really. She'd seen much worse in Williston. This was her bread and butter, her ultimate strength. When the greater wraith gave a final shriek and burst into cubes, Sloan continued firing, convinced the fight had been too easy, that some new iteration or final form would emerge from the carcass even as it dissolved.

But nothing came. The snake, most of its body still outside the window, disintegrated.

(Chapter 26)