The sound of tearing flesh and bone made Kana wish her ears were bleeding. Andrev couldn’t even screen. His body jerked once, twice, and then went still. The dog growled, thrashing its head wildly, and then it spat a piece of bloody flesh and bone into the grass. The hunters stared, awed and confused. The dog took a step back, then another, and swayed. It crumpled to the ground, a woman once more.
“He’s dead,” one of the hunters said. “The demon is dead.”
“How can you be sure?” another asked.
A third prodded Andrev with a spear. No response.
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