"We are dead. It don't matter an inch." Ren snorts.

She had seen it. It had been a mistake to ask the Peacekeeper to show her, but, she'd had to see it with her own eyes. The Wyrm had won. The apocalypse had happened and there hadn't been a single thing that she or anyone else could have done about it.

"You think I give a shit if you get your eye out? I met a fucking dragon yesterday." And she hadn't stopped thinking about it ever since. If there were dragons just casually laying out in the grass, a couple of Garou were hardly going to cause a ruckus. Even if one did have an additional eye.