What kind of animal was this?
She lowered her head to her paws and sighed. Somehow she didn’t seem as heavy as she had just moments earlier.
A sound like an explosion came from the front of the house, and a man raced in.
“Thomas, I got here as soon as I could,” he panted. He had a badge clipped to his belt, and like the day watchers, he gripped a stake in his hand.
I recognized him. He was Luke, who I’d met last week at the beach.
He glanced around the room. “Guess I’m not really need—Oh, shit.” He wasn’t looking at me, or the dog on my lap, or even the ashes that were all that was left of de Vivar’s headless body. His gaze was directed to my right, and he almost staggered as he made his way in that direction. “Oh God. Matt, what did you get yourself involved in?” He dropped to his kn
