The coyote had Tilly by the neck and shook her. Buck darted after the mongrel, but it was too late. The coyote let the bird go, let the body shoot around the coop. Buck pecked and bobbed, but couldn't strike the coyote. Aoibh ran out of the cabin, useless in her nightgown. The coyote took one swipe at Buck.
"No!"
The coyote dashed for Tilly's carcass and ran off.
Aoibh slurped up tears, took Buck in her arms, stroked his crest, cooed to him until the bird flapped and croaked.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasiaEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
