Angelica flinched and backed away as the shots came, striking her flesh.
Don’t shoot the doggo!
There was another shot, and Bitch saw a flash from the window, a glimpse of a face. Her face twisted with rage. “Attack!” her voice was shrill. She leapt off Bentley’s back so he could go too. “Fetch them! Fetch! Go, go!’
Fetch? Sounds like Rachel wants to have some words with whomever’s attacking.
Hm… civilians with the guts to fight back against Rachel’s “reign” of terror, or Fenrir’s Chosen?
As they’d done at the previous location, her dogs tore through the building. This time, though, they came back with people in their jaws. Arms, legs and torsos in fanged grips. Men, women and children.
Good dogs.
Some screamed where the dogs didn’t know their own strength and bit too hard.
Ow.
She found the man she’d seen in the window and stalked over to him.
Hello.
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