Skulduggery Pleasant: Death's Dawn

"I grabbed the axe off of one of them, snapping it with a sharp crack, twisting around and driving it into the skull of another. These guys were easy to kill, but we were being overwhelmed. I was almost at Tihana's side again, when I felt the rock hit my head.

"Oh bollocks." Blood trickled down the side of my face, and then I passed out."


13. Chapter 12

Shadow Wolf - Tihana

The wolf awoke. The floor was cold. The walls were an eye-hurting silver. Light scorched its way into the cell. The werewolf stood, instantly knowing something was wrong. Well, apart from the hunger gnawing at her stomach. She hadn't eaten for days. That... wasn't good.

She reared up onto her back legs, letting out a piercing howl. They'd taken Tyrian. The bastards! They'd taken him in her sleep, too cowardly to take him whilst she was awake. And there she was, thinking the Irish were all friendly. Did they seriously want the two sanctuaries to wage war on each other? Growling rumbled in her throat, as a few sorcerers came down to see why she was distressed. The prisoners in the other cell, who normally kept to themselves, poked their heads through the small holes in the top, curious.

They would not get away with this. Tihana would not let them get away with this. Her growling was loud, clear, and almost frenzied. They really should have let her feed last night. One of the sorcerers banged on the other side of the metal door, yelling at her.

"Be quiet, you mangy mut!" Yeah, Tihana could tell they hadn't ever fought a werewolf. Gathering herself together in one last attempt to hold onto her humanity, she backed away, teeth bared.


The werewolf lunged at the door, snapping, snarling, tearing long grooves in it with her claws. To hell with these insignificant humans. They made their first mistake when they locked her in here. Did they think she stayed in there because she had to? Gosh, these people were more stupid than she first thought. She reared again, preparing to strike once more.

She sat. No point in getting wound up. She could tell it was near. Shame, she was just beginning to enjoy herself. She gave one last half-hearted snarl, before she regained her human form.


"I certainly wouldn't call that hospitality." She said, her voice a low growl.

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