1
The monster dodged around the people of New York, daring to run within inches of the unsuspecting humans before darting down another path. But the tourists of Central Park were oblivious to the imminent danger charging toward them. Unaware that at any moment a magical creature could attack. Only one wizard was brave enough to hunt the beast. Only one wizard had the heart to defend the good people of New York.
“There!” Devon shouted, yanking me out of my inner monologue. “He’s over there.”
I bent double, squinting between the legs of the horde of tourists who crowded the Central Park paths. A streak of brown fur skidded across the frozen ground and off through the trees.
“Dammit.” I pushed my way through the crowd. “Why is it still running?”
“Just come on!” Devon sprinted ahead of me
