New Players In The Pattern

[Aiden Finnegan]

Aiden was about to steer Lasher and Sage away, but then something strange happened. Directly across the street, the window of a building exploded into thousands of tiny little pieces. A man tumbled through the wreckage, struggling and howling. He hit the ground with a thud, unseen knives raked at the man’s skin. Blood and viscera shot into the air, his gut-wrenching cries accompanying the visuals like a twisted cacophony. Lasher turned around, ears, hackles, and tail standing straight in the air. A deep, low growl sounded in his throat. Aiden had never heard him make that sound.

                He clutched Sage closer to him, eyes wide and mouth working for a moment before he finally got a sound out. The only thing Aiden could say was, “What! The Actual! Fuck!?”