White-hot pain lanced his side, and Andrev snarled, turned. Kir had stabbed him with a spear, and he was drawing back, cautious triumph on his face. Andrev felt the pulse of blood, sticky as it dripped down his forepaw.
“Monster!” Savva yelled.
Andrev leapt. He shimmered mid-air, shifted, changed, and then the pain was gone, and it was a massive dog that landed on Kir, snapping with its jaws. Kir cried out, beat at him with the butt of the spear, but Andrev ignored the pain in his side and went for the throat.
Something bit him. Hard.
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