Ahead of them the cars were at a stop. A red light. He gunned the throttle to catch up to Abigail and to avoid a large claw swiping at him. He felt the claw wisp through his hair and then heard a bark of frustration, although it was barely audible to his numb ears.
Abigail hit the throttle at the intersection and went up on one wheel as she raced through, squeezing between two cars. Yep, thought Silas, she is growing on me.
Silas entered the intersection where a semi-truck came bearing down on him. He throttled and felt the wind of the passing truck across his back just as he cleared the lane. The hell hound closest behind him was not as lucky. In his mirror Silas saw the hound plaster the grill, crushing part of the hood and radiator. The truck driver slammed on his breaks, send
