Huey Freeman Boondocks Novels & Stories

Tom moved his sceptre going to another scene. The pup now a human boy with long red hair, lay on a sandy floor, covered in dirty and wounds, he choked on his own blood. A one eye rouge matched to him hitting him harshly with a whip, the beating was so brutal, the wolf ended up passing out on the cold ground, yet they rogues never stopped.

This one was larger-a bit more fast and schooled. Leora slipped by its first hit but it pounced again. She stumbled over a blasted root, and then the rogue seized her down on the ground. The feelings of panic arose and surged within her as she was pushed against the ground with the snarling muzzle inches away from her. One, she could feel it breathing on her skin, and two, its claws were digging into her shoulders. “Leora!” Liam's shout broke the commotion. Before the rogue could deliver a strike, Liam barreled into it hard enough to knock it off from her. They fell together in a bundle on the ground, and within seconds, he was on top of it, putting an end to the rogue with a body-crushing b

"If that didn't do it, throw the next one at me, too. Do whatever makes you feel better." I looked at him and felt the irony of it all. Shifting my gaze downward, I noticed a brown paper takeout bag resting by his feet. Tucked inside were a few pieces of pastries and a cup of coffee, clearly his supplies for his scheduled stakeout tomorrow morning. I bent down, picked up the bag, and flipped it upside down, dumping the contents directly onto the floor. The pastries rolled across the floor, picking up dust and grime as they went. Presley froze.