"You!"
The screech bounced off the walls as Rem ran. They could see the sitting room door but turned and stopped once more.
"Back off, Anne," Rem warned.
Anne's blue hair stuck out in all directions and her clothing had been torn by bullets and knives. Her eyes were wide and crazed with blood lust and rage. She stuck an accusing finger out to Rem. "This is all your fault!" she shrieked.
Owen's large, sleek, panther body appeared behind her and shot past, barreling toward Rem.
Rem's eyes widened and they began shifting. They dodged to side at the last possible moment and Owen's claws raked the air where they'd been standing. He slid as he landed, round on Rem once more.
Serval again, Rem shot towards Anne.
Screaming nonsense at the top of her lungs, Anne threw a hand toward Rem and b
