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The claws are ripped out of his chest, and his scream dies in his throat, fighting for release with a yelp of pain. His eyes are forced open and he finds himself staring at Makenna. Her lips are moving, though he can’t hear anything, blood pulsing against his eardrums. But there’s something behind her – something with a huge, dark brown, furry back and spine that stretches the flesh, flashing bright white vertebrae through the sharply veined skin. Its back curls into a wolf-like tail behind its huge legs, ending in bloody tendrils, like a crafted creature that was never fully completed. When it turns to face Octavian, he ca