The first thing that was heard was the lion’s growl, more guttural and broken, very different from the werewolf’s, which crawled across the floor. The swift shadow of the beast leapt over the inactive machines and threw itself at Alexander with a cry half roar, half human voice. The wolf received him against his chest, just as Rex had once stopped Álvaro, and they fell together, fighting savagely. They moved out of my field of vision, although it was very clear they were rolling on the cement floor brutally, throwing punches, bites, and claw strikes. The air soon filled with flying fur, the most visible trace of their fight. Standing up to keep watching would have been a major mistake; the sounds of their confrontation reached me, and that was enough to feel fear.
“YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD, DO
