Shifter King
I look over my shoulder and wave at the creature, "is a man-made monster."
"It's not just man-made. It started as human."
There's no way. My mind is not comprehending his meaning, surely.
"What we're facing is not a hound at all, though we continue to call them hounds. It's a dead human quadruped with four-inch razor claws, jaws ten times stronger than a pit bull, and a toxic secretion from claws and teeth that kills everything in its path."
His words jumble in my brain as I try to grasp the enormity of what he's saying, but one thought won't let go. "Did my father know?"
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