She beamed up at him.
communicated Ank,
“No,” said Williams. “But it’s the only one I got.
Williams patted the air as if to say, When we get there, Ank. When we get there. “For now, let’s get some food in her. And in us too.” He turned to Luna. “So what’ll it be? Potatoes or potatoes?”
“Potatoes!”
“Potatoes it is,” he said.
And then a cry rang out that made them all freeze, for it was the cry of a were-raptor, just as clear as day, nor was it particularly far away. And it was followed by a shriek—a human shriek, a woman’s shriek.
Katrina.
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