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DAMIEN

I reached the long cha it No escaping his to only two…

Tucking lanced offthehwarm droplets in a fan-like pattern

No sooner had Christophe landed than he was ju else By someone else

Broderick

My wolf-brother hit hi crunch of several ribs snapping in two Christophe yelped — soonalhard into the opposite wall

I backed up KeptI could hear voices now fro in sinister tones Voices that belonged to Serena… and Karessa, too

Broderick’s ears went up, and I sensed peripheral movement off to one side Rather than turn to look, I transfered hands and swung Boone’s club in a great arc over ly with Lionel’s mouth…

CRACK!

The strike was so hard it jarred the baseball bat out of ly red line split his snout all the way to the nose Several of his teeth were suddenlyup frothy pink blood through his big black nostrils

“Broderick!” I shouted “Serena!”

I pointed to the far end of the corridor, criertips I was bleeding badly, fronition and bolted off in the right direction