CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
Omega:
The woman turned away. Overhead the sky howled, mournful and heartbroken, as if the heavens already knew what was going to happen. Omega crouched behind one of the stone tombs, watching her. She was sick. He could feel it in her touch. She needed to come with him, away from this place. He had tried to tell her, to get her to come with him, back to his pack. She would have been safe there.
But it was too late now.
It was coming, that thing he had been waiting for, walking through the cemetery gates. Sometimes it looked like a man, and sometimes it didna€?t. It stood upright, but it moved, wrapped in shadow, darkness trailing behind it, a swirling gossamer pattern that spun out in corkscrew curls. The darkness flowed and fluttered like a cape in the wind.
Omega felt a growl, deep inside. He wanted to lunge, to strike this man-beast, to attack him.
The man walked with the stench of death and he needed to be destroyed.
Omega stamped the ground with his front paw. He tried to get the woman to look at him, to turn and come.
But she kept her eyes fixed on the approaching demon, and on the vehicle that rumbled at the curb.