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 Flash would not touch Moran—and Moran was on top.

As he lit sprawling and darted back, one waving foot was all Flash saw of Brent and there was a choked grant of pain as his long fangs sank through leather and flesh and reached the bones of the foot.

The wolf leaped for the sound of the hated voice.

Moran felt a hot breath fan his cheek, and something pressed against his hair as Flash pushed under him and stretched his long jaws as far down each side of Brent’s head as he could reach.

There was a sudden scream of mortal agony and fear as he closed the jaws, and the savage teeth cut through Brent’s scalp and grated along his skull.

As Flash reached under a second time, Moran fastened both hands in his heavy collar.

“Run, Brent!” he gasped. “Run or he’ll kill you sure!”

Brent scrambled away on hands and knees with Flash after him, dragging Moran, and twice more his teeth slashed Brent’s legs before he could rise. Then he gained his feet and made a staggering