[QCrit] RAIN DOGS, Urban Fantasy, 150k words, 2nd attempt and first 300

I appreciate anyone willing to take a look at this. I understand that the novel is far too long and that UF isn't a particularly viable genre right now. I'm going back and forth about what to do about that, editing pretty hard core and researching self-publication. But in the meantime, I'd like to have a half-decent query just in case. Thanks!

Query:

Sam Sullivan has one thing going for him: unlike every other werewolf, he was born with brown eyes instead of yellow. Able to pass as human, Sam earns a living finding shelter and jobs for other wolves looking to avoid hefty government fees and restrictions. It’s not legal, it’s sure as hell not profitable, but it’s one form of defiance against ever-more-oppressive wolf laws. Sam’s only 23, but with track marks scarring his arms and a past full of abandonment scarring his brain, defiance is sometimes the only thing keeping him going.

Seattle’s tribe of vampires are adored: given everything they could ever want by humans who desperately want to join the ranks of the immortal. Sam can’t stand the fuckers, so when he comes across two vampires threatening a (distractingly handsome) human, he is more than happy to fight them off. This brings him to the attention of Devika, queen of the vampire tribe. As she digs to learn more about him, he discovers that she has plans. Plans to clear werewolves out for good, from Seattle and every city like it. Plans to eventually wipe the whole race off the map.

Sam, with his human eyes and his connections through the city, is the only wolf with any chance of fighting back. If he does, he puts what little he has - his adopted family, the few friends he’s managed not to drive away, and his new (distractingly handsome) admirer - at risk of destruction. But if he keeps his head down, saves himself and the people he loves, it could bring about the eradication of his entire race.

At 150k words, RAIN DOGS is an LGBT+ urban fantasy mix of the Underworld series and District 9.

First 300:

Brett Campbell. That was the idiot's name.

Sam knew next to nothing about him. Two things he was sure about: Brett Campbell was a dumbass, and he was potentially extremely dangerous. That was all, but that was enough to get Sam over to the hospital and up to his room before the sun was down that day.

Brett Campbell was not in his hospital bed.

Sam scowled at the empty room. Maybe the guy was even dumber than he thought and had tried running off. But there was a small door at the side of the bed, closed tight, and Sam’s nose told him there was someone in there. He pulled the door to the room shut behind him and sat down in a barely-padded chair against the wall. He waited.

Sam was too tired for this. He’d made this trip a handful of times before, sometimes to the hospital, sometimes to a stranger’s home. Always the bearer of bad news. He was such a tactless shithead that he probably made that bad news worse just by being the guy delivering it. But there was no one else to do it.

After a few silent minutes that little rear door opened. No sounds of flushing, no water noises at all. Sam sighed, feeling the smallest amount of pity for Brett Campbell. Dumbass that he was.

“They’re not even yellow, really.”

It was a tribute to Brett’s state of shock that Sam’s presence in what should have been his empty hospital room didn’t register much reaction. Flat eyes landed on Sam for a split second before losing all focus again. He trudged in and sank down on the narrow hospital bed as if he was trying to meld into it and vanish entirely.