Ghost clambered off the corpse. His hind leg faltered; he yelped in pain. He must have reinjured himself in the attack's exertion. Undaunted, he hobbled across the room toward Hannah. Crouched protectively over Charlotte’s tiny form, Ghost glared at Evelyn. A menacing growl rumbled from his throat. His ears flattened, his jowls pulled back from his wet red fangs. Evelyn froze, one hand pressed to Charlotte’s chest, Ghost’s jaws inches from her wrist. In a heartbeat, he could snap her bones to splinters. The Great Pyrenees was huge in the small dark room, all teeth and claws, his thick fur
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