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An arripped her in a headlock “Where is he?” barked Wolfstrom

Cricket had not scented hi vaporo She rasped “Your son?”

“Yes, damn it”

Talk about delusional “Gone”

Henrik stepped forward “As long as we have her, he’ll return”

Wolfstro her head back “Call him”

“Fuck you”

He drove a claw into her shoulder and dug in “Scream”

She winced, but remained silent

“Henrik, show her what it feels like to have an earlobe cut off”

“With pleasure”

Cricket shifted and slipped frorip She could always count on her small size

Henrik and Wolfstroave chase

Maybe heading back toward the dock was not such a bad idea Her shoulder where he’d stabbed her with his claw ached, but she ran driven by pure adrenaline

Wolfstrorabbed her by the neck