She dropped the empty magazine, reached down and took another mag from the man she’d just killed. Shoved the full mag into the gun, put a round in the chamber, and turned to find a .45 aimed at her. As the shooter pulled the trigger, Max came from underneath him, shoving his arms up so the shot went wild; then she finished him with a blade across the throat. That’s when they all froze. Even his two cousins, which was what made Dougie a tad concerned. Nothing had fazed them so far. So . . . what would exactly? It started out like a low grumble. Then it became a roar. A big cat roar. Orange,
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