Max started to go after the men who’d managed to get out the door, but Charlie called her back. “We have to get Stevie!” Max glanced around at the carnage. “Where the fuck is she?” Charlie pointed up and . . . yep, that’s where their baby sister was. Again hanging from the ceiling but now with part of some guy hanging from one of her fangs. A part she was not going to want to give up. Shifted-Stevie tended to “play” with her prey. And guard it territorially. Like most house cats. “Dude,” Max told her sister, “we don’t have time to calm her down.” “I’ve got it.” Charlie moved closer to her
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