Diablo
“Enough.”
Faintly the sound of Bats voice filtered into my brain but it was like it was coming from so far away it barely registered.
All that registered was the blood.
So much blood.
Some of it was mine , I knew that but not all of it. Most of it came from the men who lay broken and dead at my feet.
The fur around my mouth and claws was matted with the stuff, the coppery tang of blood thick with the stench of blood.
But I barely noticed it. The rage was all encompassing.
These men, these cowards had shot my mate. They had hurt her. Death was too good for them.
I wanted to bring them back to life just so I could kill them all over again. Slower this time.
“Diablo.” Bats giant but still smaller former tackled me from the side. Sending us rolling into the under brush in
