Thiess stood in the centre of the hallway snarling like a demon let loose from the bowels of hell. His black eyes fixed onto Lucas' and his lips peeled so far back from his teeth that his gums seeped blood. His broken, battered tail stood upright behind him, conveying his dominance as he moved slowly toward his next victim, pace by shaking pace. His fur bristled around him, dotted with drying blood and missing in clumps. He was the living embodiment...