Omega Bound
And each step feeling like you are crossing a battlefield towards the enemy that killed someone you love.
Fenrir is silent, watching and waiting. I reach the vehicle, gripping the edge of the tarp, the fabric is rough under my gloves, and it is damp with years of neglect.
For a second, my hand hesitates. Then I rip it off. The sound of tarp rolling through the yard.
As I let the tarp collapse to the floor.
And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself.