The screaming cut off as if the sound had been separated from its source by a guillotine and the kicking petered out as Sarah grunted, hauling the now somewhat limp she-wolf back onto the ledge, and safety. She whimpered a little and rubbed at her wrist, which was bright red and had little scratch marks where Sarah’s nails had dug in.
Blaire, who had been observing this little scene with the rest of Carrie’s team, cleared her throat and said, “...Maybe we should take a minute to inspect the door. Please, go ahead…Yumi, is it?”
Yumi nodded, “And you’re Blaire.”
There was another round of introductions. Carrie listened intently this time, determined to remember the names of the women on her team. At least it didn’t seem like she was the only one having a hard time remembering others’ name
