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- Butcher roused, and it wasn’t a slow affair. One instant she was lying prone, the next she’d teleported, appeared next to the narrow, light-bodied dog and bludgeoned it, sending it flying.
- “Dakota, go! Bear, go!”
- Two more dogs charged Butcher, drove her back.
- “Stop,” I warned Rachel. I lowered my voice, “She has that rage aura.”
- It didn’t matter. Butcher dispatched the two dogs just as easily, eyed us warily as Rachel commanded them to retreat.
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