Chapitre 90: | Tempting Target

Ava knew what a tempting target she must make, trapped here helpless, surrounded by a half-ton of bloody flesh; and she knew with horrid certainty the woman meant to kill her. Sure enough, with a frenzied roar the blonde leaped for the net, her broken nails extending into talons mid-jump.

The creature scraped against the chicken wire close to Ava's head, then fell back down. Ava realized she must still be out of reach. But for how much longer?

A man rushed to tackle the blonde before her metamorphosis was complete, pounding his fists down on her distorted face. But others had noticed the net was disgorging its bloody haul. And more and more of the fighters were starting to turn.