Gretchen

Gretchen threw her arms down, hauling some of the fleeing guards up the wall’s edge as the enemy dashed closer. She was about to tumble down the other side of the wall herself when she felt a wicked pain in her calf. Glancing down, she spied one of the Wolfmen, its claws buried in her lower leg, its other hand about to strike her. Her fingers flashed down, tearing four deep furrows across the beast’s face. With a howl, it released its grasp, leaving Gretchen to tumble over the wall.

Landing in the bushes on the other side, the Werefox was up again, limping as she crossed the lawns. The cut in her leg was deep; a steady flow of dark liquid pumped over her fur from the torn flesh. The villa was burning now, and it wasn’t alone. Lucas’s killers had brought fire as well as fangs to Bray, unleashing all manner of hell upon the sleepy settlement.

B5 P6 C3