See better in the dark

A complex sequence of clicks and pops drifted through the air, and the lights went out, plunging the warehouse into perfect darkness.
Instinctively, my finger tightened on the trigger, and I sent a burst of rounds out almost before the lights were gone. But I was literally shooting blind against a foe who had supernatural reflexes and had also known, thanks to those damn clicks, what was about to happen. I heard the rounds hammer through the far wall.
The wolves snarled and started forward—the warehouse wasn’t a light-tight darkroom, and a wolf’s eyes actually see better in near darkness than in full light. The gloom was no obstacle to them. But I seized handfuls of fur and hissed, “Wait.”
Their momentum dragged me several inches forward before they slowed down, but I said, “The growths on the wall spray out acid, at least seven or eight feet. Don’t get suckered in close to one. The big guy has something like a gun. Go.”
The wolves bounded out from beneath my hands, leaving me alone in the darkness.


Side Jobs, Aftermath, Page 405-406