Romans & histoires Pink Panther Comic Books

She didn’t want to hear the replay of events again and closed her eyes. “The Panthers were edgy…..100 ft of traps…the Panthers and witch betrayed us to ensure their families safety…rode the wind like a broom…scaled the walls….bloodbath…death…hundreds of men…shield….tornados….healed…hurricane…melted guns…swept the compound…found the prisoners…Sandra killed Piers…the white wolf… frozen in place…serum…sleep…captured the panthers…transported back to base.”

“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes, peeled off the other glove, and went back to the file spread across the table. Birth records. Test results. And one picture of a newborn panther pup with fur so white it hurt to look at. Panthers weren’t white. They were black, sometimes grey, sometimes dark brown. Never this. “Still obsessing?” Ellan asked. “Still interfering?” I shot back. “Panther pups are my business,” he said, voice even. “Not this one,” I countered. I tapped the photo with a finger. “This isn’t natural.”