creature with horror. Her arms and legs were still bound: a helpless prey.

“A Dubhan!” she cried, her compelling eyes spearing Alistair. “Don’t let it breathe on you!”

Before the words had finished leaving her mouth, one of the braver soldiers rushed forward with a battle cry. The Dubhan turned instantly and spewed darkness into his face. The lad choked, and then the most horrifying screams erupted from his throat. His skin boiled and turned black, his body contorting into twisted angles. His human voice became a guttural snarling, and then he leapt without warning onto one of his allies. He proceeded to tear mindlessly at his former companion with twisted fingers and bloody teeth.

As Lord Ballimore’s men tried to pry their friend away from this assault, the Dubh...

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