hope did the provincial constabulary have? What havoc could this creature wreak on the unsuspecting world?

            Sonja wrestled her doubt into determination. She would end this.

            “Hounds!-” Before the command could even escape her lips, the projectiles snapped into motion. Before she even had time to flinch, the ballistics had found their marks. With pathetic, keening whines the werehounds fell; licks of etheric flame guttering in their wounds.

            “Getorix!” Sonja cried, but her hound was already on the ground. His form twisted in what were both throes of agony and a changing of flesh. Bone crunched and muscles popped as the w...

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