Where Wild Things Roam
“Ahh! Wait! Wait! We were all summoned from random places, but Carson and two of the others were from British Columbia! Some island—Prince something. Prince Rupert!”
“Prince Rupert, huh? What do you think, Tess?”
She says nothing in reply, obviously, but she’s silent in the pack link too. The vampire wheezes as she shifts more weight onto her front paws on his chest, balancing herself. Lifting one of her hind feet, she sets the foot down hard and fast in the squishy mush that’s left of the vampire’s lower abdomen.
His agonized shriek reverberates off the trees around us.
Though she doesn’t snarl, or even show her teeth, I swear Tessa’s more of a stone-cold killer than Ian can be. No wonder D
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