The Pack's Hybrids
Behind them, Guy began to yell.
“Excuse me for one moment.” Unlike Meguitte, Harry had been turned with all the benefits of vampirism, and covered the distance with ease, knocking the gun from one soldier’s hands, before turning the other man into a tight embrace, back to chest, and pulling the trigger.
The gunfire barked out its vicious tat-tat-tat, and blood sprayed out over the pavement and the greenery of the native-inspired landscaping before the soldier collapsed onto the ground. Harry drank from the second soldier, tearing out the human’s throat and dumping the bodies into a neat pile.
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