And she didn’t know what to do about it.
Ouch.
A gunshot startled her from her thoughts.
Oh, hi there, present day plot!
“Go!” she shouted. “Go!”
More cracks of gunfire echoed through the night as her pack arrived on the scene.
So someone’s decided to fight back? Or are these gunshots not aimed at her?
Angelica was there, her form hulking and rippling with muscle to the point that she couldn’t move as fast as she otherwise might. That was fine. Angelica couldn’t move as fast these days, anyways. Not since Fog had hurt her.
Poor doggo. 😦
She was more comfortable like this; she was big, strong and able to move without pain.
Well, that’s good at least.
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