Instinct: An Animal Rescuers Anthology

by L.J. Hachmeister

There was another loaded silence. I was starting to like the doorkeeper. He wasn’t very clever, but he was a positive well of useful spite.

I tilted my head at Cerberus and said, “You have six ears. Did none of them hear me?”

“Harry,” Cowl muttered, staring at me. “You are an almighty pain in my ass.”

“First,” I said, “that no one tells cats what they may or may not do. Not even wizards.”

“Bad People always look for weakness,” I noted. “And once they think they have found it, they cannot see anything else.”

He ripped off the protective barrier that blocked his memories—his magic.

“But. But you were harmed watching over Mercy. But you were harmed originally hunting down the Singer because I told you about him. But it doesn’t suit me that the Singer moves on to the next phase of godhood.”

It’s a survivor, his wolf told him with something near affection. Like us.