Undine Road.
At last. She took out her torch to search for door numberings. She passed 50 and slowed. 54a would be dead ahead.
“Yip?” was followed, from horrifyingly close behind her with a grating, “Yalp.”
“Damn and blast,” she muttered. “Little bastards have been stalking me.” Their ability to reason belied all her assumptions of bestial intellect. Evidently some of these creatures were the equal of humanity or at very least thought themselves thus.
She eased a lungful of air, trying to prevent any noise carrying to the preternatural hearing of her pursuers. She needed to think. A wolf in the forest and shark in the sea will hunt their prey with low cunning, but they should not outwit an officer of his Majesty’s secret service. She did not think she could outrun them, nor could she h
