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made was like all the shrieks in the world had been bundled
            together into one horrible, deafening sound.
               When it burst outside, it stepped on what was left of the
            fire, shooting flames into the air. The strangely rejuvenated
            fire  tossed  an  orange  glow  upon  the  trees  outlining  the
            boundaries of the courtyard. All the Wolves save one were
            blown backwards by the explosive debris. The big guy with
            the huge left arm stood his ground, batting  aside a huge
            chunk of stone as easily as the monster had knocked it
            free. The two collided with each other, and I swear I felt a
            shockwave rattle my bones. The monster crashed a wicked
            fist down upon Lefty, who to his credit, didn’t break into
            fucking pieces. Lefty just cranked back that gigantic  arm
            of his and threw a terrific haymaker into the creature’s jaw.
            He practically spun the thing in a complete circle. Despite
            the ungodly wallop it took, the creature  was undeterred,
            hammer-fisting Lefty to his knees.
               As the two grappled, the monster was suddenly dragged
            backwards by its shadow. It was the golden goblin, reaching
            out from the darkness. The masked shadow flung the creature
            through a huge stone column of the church, but no sooner
            had the creature been buried in stone than it exploded free.
               If  I  understood  the  game  plan,  beyond  simply  joining
            forces, the Wolves were combining their Red Dreams—what
            Mr. Grey refer to as Blood Holidays. These dreams were
            some sort of suspension of the laws of nature that granted
            them exceptional abilities when they were near one another.
            With four of them joined together, surely they outmatched
            the monster.
               Next came my captor, slicing through the darkness, blade
            outstretched. He caught the monster in the chest, plunging
            the blade of his cane-sword deep into the beast’s heart. Yet
            the creature seemed unfazed, and with a fierce backhand, it
            nearly took Mr. Grey’s head off.
               Before the creature had fully recovered from my master’s
            attack, the woman with spiderwebs for hair appeared behind
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