Chapter 4:The Beast Awakens Part 1
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Inside De Vil Tower, Hunter just woke up to the sun’s rays hitting his face and got up to take a quick shower and get dressed for a morning routine. He looks over the strange book he got from the library the other day. The boy thought back to when he first got it.
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=Flashback=
A day ago and hours before the night of the blood moon, Hunter is walking along with the sidewalk until he spies a figure in robes beckoning him to enter the building.
“Helloooo, dearie! Come, come!” The feminine voice from the individual called out.
Curious, the human wanders close and enters the building, where he sees a various collection of tomes.
“Nice...place…” Hunter nervously said as he looks around.
The boy wanders around until one book catches his eyes. It’s a creepy tome that talks about myths and legends and examines it closely.
“I see that book has caught your eye?” The lady inquired to the boy.
“I’m not one for urban legends. They’re never proven right.” Hunter stated.
“A nonbeliever in magic?” The lady asked once more, earning a nod from the boy. “What if I told you that tonight will be a special night?” The lady persuaded the boy.
“Meaning?” He egged on.
“Have a read, dear boy.” She said in a honeyed tone.
Hunter reads a particular passage in the book about the blood moon and the effect it has on animals.
“Interesting…” The De Vil had his interests piqued.
“That book is free, young one.” She stated.
“Uh… Are you sure?” He asked in a confused tone.
“My master would have done the same to special patrons like you, Hunter.” She added.
“Thanks. I really appreciate-” The boy stopped himself. “How’d you know my-…” He looked around to see no one here.
Curious and nervous, Hunter decides to leave the store with the odd book he got for free, unaware that a pair of eyes are on him.
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=Reality=
Hunter thinks back to yesterday’s events, but his thoughts are interrupted by a siren outside the building. The boy looks from the tower window to see a police car racing down the street.
“What the deuce?” Hunter mused in wonder and decides to leave the tower via the elevator to take a look.
As soon as he got outside, Hunter is stopped by his limo driver.
“Young master, are you heading out?” The driver asked.
“Yes, I am. So, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” He ordered.
“Very well, sir.” The driver complied. “But do be careful, something dreadful has happened.” The driver warned him.
Hunter walks off, seemingly listening to the driver’s warning, which made him even more curious. The boy eventually tracked down the police car to see a few police officers with the police horse, Pearl, and pest control officers with the area cordoned off with the blue and white tape as a few bystanders walk by. Curious, the boy walked closer to see a tarp covering something beyond the tape barrier.
“Move along, nothing to see here!” One of the police officers ordered as Pearl motions the curious onlookers away.
The De Vil quietly snuck close to the scene and went under the line trying not to alert the officers. He sneaks a peak under the tarp and saw a disturbing sight: a deceased dog, but it’s not just any dog; it’s the rude stray that he and Dylan encountered yesterday. The boy gagged a bit as he sees the dog covered in blood and has a few deep claw wounds and a deep bite mark on the jugular.
“What...did this?! A wolf?!” Hunter whispered to himself as he quickly took a picture with his phone and put it away before putting the tarp back down.
“Hey, what are you doing, kid?!” One of the officers catches the boy by surprise. “This is no place for children!” The officer reprimands him.
“Sorry. I was just curious… What happened here?” The boy questioned the officer.
“Sorry, that’s classified information, kid.” The officer responded. “This scene isn’t for kids, now go.” He commanded.
Hunter left the scene alone and overhears the officers talking about the recent massacre of the stray. One pest control officer stated it might have been a territorial dispute among dogs, the other speculates that it could be a mauling from another animal. The De Vil thought it over and approaches the officers.
“Excuse me, sirs and madams. I think I know what could have done this.” Hunter said, getting their attention.
“And what do you know about this, son?” The officer questioned him.
“Well, sir, I believe that a wolf may have done it.” The boy bluntly answered.
Hunter smirked with confidence as the officers looked at each other and back at the boy. They all suddenly laughed at him because of his ludicrous answer, which caused the boy to frown.
“Hey, I’m serious!” He snapped while scowling at the authorities.
“Kid, thanks for the joke. But leave this to the professionals.” The officer reassures the boy in between laughs.
Before the boy could protest, Pearl nudges him away from the scene and further down the sidewalk.
“Off you go and no more of your nonsense.” Pearl reprimands the human.
“It’s not nonsense… And yes, I can understand a bit of other animals, not just dogs.” Hunter rebutted as the police horse kept shoving.
“If you can understand, then you’ll understand this: keep out of places where you don’t belong.” She shot back.
“What if it’s another wolf or some other animal attack?” The human inquired, which silences the mare. “I got a close look at the body, and those wounds were deep and-” His rambling is cut off by the mare’s neigh.
“Enough! Look, Hunter, we’ll handle this. It’s our job to make sure you civvies are safe.” Pearl explains. “Now off you pop.” She shoos him away as she goes back to the officers.
Hunter rasps at the horse and officers and decides to leave them alone. The boy couldn’t help but picture what kind of beast would kill a random stray. Thinking on this, he decides on heading to the dalmatian home.
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At 101 Dalmatian Street, the pups are up and about thanks to Dolly, except for a couple of absentees, Dawkins and Dylan. The rebellious pup took notice of this and goes to confront the genius resident in his bed.
“Dude, are you still moping?” Dolly asked.
“Go away.” Dawkins dryly replied.
“If this is about last night between you and Dyl, don’t worry about it; he’ll bounce back.” The tomboyish dalmatian reassured.
“Your optimism isn’t helping, Dolly. Leave me alone!” The genius pup retorts bitterly.
“You know, you and Dylan are being total buzzkills right now. And personally, I think you-” She got cut off by her stepbrother’s outburst.
“Oh my dog, Dolly! SHUT UP!!! YOU’RE NOT HELPING!!!” He screamed, causing the tomboy dog to back off.
“J-Jeez… Chill…” The tomboyish dalmatian backed off.
“The deuce is all the racket?” A voice called out, and it’s their mother, Delilah coming into the room along with some pups in tow.
“Dawkins is being a total-” Dolly is cut off by her stepmother.
“Dolly!” Delilah reprimands her for what response she anticipates.
“What? I was gonna say that he’s being a sourpuss after he and Dylan had a fight yesterday.” The tomboyish dalmatian replied.
“Dawkins said some means things when Dylan was trying to help.” Dee Dee started.
“And Dylan got mad and said some mean things back.” Dizzy finished.
“Dawkins, dear. What happened?” The mother asked her son, receiving no answer, but the genius pup had no choice but to answer.
“I...said some things I shouldn’t have relating to the devil woman and blamed Dylan.” Dawkins replied sadly.
“Of course, you took it too far and made him snap.” Dolly added, rubbing salt in the wound.
“Dolly, is that true?” The mother glared incredulously.
“She’s right… I already feel bad enough as it is.” The genius dalmatian lamented.
“Have you ever apologized to him, dear?” The mother asked.
“I tried, but he left before I could. He must be still in the treehouse, angry at me.” Dawkins explained.
“Who wouldn’t after that stink you pulled?” The rebellious dog scoffed under her breath, which didn’t go unnoticed by her stepmom.
“Dolly!” Delilah rebukes her stepdaughter again, who glances to the side with her lips puckered. “Dawkins, I know Cruella has dealt a hefty trauma to us all, and I’m sure Dylan will understand if you apologize to him.” She reassures her son.
“And what if he doesn’t want to talk?” The sad pup worries.
“Nonsense. He’ll answer to me if he tries to be rigid.” The mother reassured once more with a stern tone.
“Oh… OK…” Dawkins meekly replied.
The dalmatian pups hear the doorbell ring as they rush to see who’s at the door. This got Delilah, Dolly, and Dawkins’ attention as they also went to the door with the pups. They find the De Vil at their doorstep, who is looking at his phone before greeting them.
“Hello, Hunter. What brings you here?” Delilah inquired.
“I just wanted to see Dylan about the str-” Hunter was interrupted by a certain duo of pups.
“Mr. Funny-Face!” Dizzy and Dee Dee greeted him.
“Lively bunch as ever.” The human commented before continuing. “Anyway, there’s been in an incident in your neighborhood.” He announced.
“We heard the news. Some uncouth savage has been going around causing havoc as of late.” The mother explained as she ushered the boy inside.
“And there’s been a...casualty.” Hunter replied, which made the dalmatian mother speechless but the pups confused.
“What? What happened?” The mother inquired.
“Uh… You won’t laugh if I tell you?” The boy asked with a raised brow.
“Why laugh at something serious, son?” Doug as he comes from the living room.
“Well, it’s like this…” Hunter starts his story off.
A few minutes later in the living room, both parental dalmatians were laughing their heads off at the De Vil, who’s sulking on the sofa with his arms crossed.
Lousy adults never believe anything kids say…, Hunter lamented in his thoughts.
“S-Sorry, dearie… It’s just that… It’s not impossible.” Delilah explained as she calmed down.
“And how come?” The human inquired, still miffed.
“Well...wolves have been extinct for over 200 years in this region. So no one’s ever seen one since then.” Doug also explained while calming down.
“Is that so?” The De Vil pondered.
“We know so. It could have been a random territorial dispute. It happens sadly.” Delilah answered solemnly.
“Well, I doubt it.” Hunter rebutted.
“In any case, we’ve heard on the news that a few animals have been attacked last night by some manner of beast.” The mother explained to him.
“I must have missed that as I was leaving the tower.” The boy replied as he scratched his head.
“And Pearl also informed us that no one is allowed outside. All animals and their pets are not to be outside after a period of time.” Doug stated the horse’s warning.
“What?!” Dolly exclaimed at what she heard. “N-No way! Me, Roxy and Snowball have plans!” The tomboyish dalmatian whined.
“Well, you’ll have to cancel those plans.” Delilah told her stepdaughter.
“No one goes out alone anymore.” Doug added.
“This is so unfair…” Dolly pouted. “Well, at least the dork isn’t going anywhere either.” She hoped.
“Speaking of, where’s Dylan?” Hunter asked about the missing pup.
“Still in the treehouse…” Dawkins muttered in a low tone.
“Prolly still moping like this sourpuss here.” She remarked towards her younger stepbrother.
“That’s because your presumptuousness irks me.” He growled at her.
“I...don’t know what that word means, but I know it doesn’t sound cool.” The rebellious dog rebutted.
“Well, if you can read, try a dictionary.” The smart pup sniped.
“Listen you little-” Dolly started to give her brother a piece of her mind, but gets cut off by a voice.
“What’s all the racket?” A tired voice spoke up.
The dogs turn to see Dylan shambling into the room with his fur disheveled, eyes bloodshot, looking even more exhausted than usual. The tired dalmatian turns his attention towards his stepsister.
“Must you be so loud this morning, Dolly?” Dylan groaned at her.
“Why do you look even worse than usual?” Dolly asked.
“I had a rough time sleeping last night. So spare me your intricacies, I’m in no mood.” The tired dalmatian glowered.
“Dylan, I heard you and Dawkins had a disagreement last night.” Delilah questioned her son.
“Huh?” The teen pup asked and quickly remembered the event. “Oh. That. It’s nothing…” The pup dismisses it.
“Are you sure? I said some-” Dawkins tries to interject.
“Forget it. All forgiven.” Dylan said, trying to dismiss the subject.
“You sure, mate?” Hunter inquired, unsure about the dalmatian’s demeanor.
“Dude, you were pretty mad when Dawkins blamed you for that devil woman-” Dolly gets interrupted by the young genius’ outburst.
“Dolly! I already felt bad enough as is, so please...stop.” Dawkins groaned.
“Oh… I should have figured that you all are still traumatized by my great-… Cruella...” Hunter sighed in shame.
“Oh no, dearie. You’re nothing like that awful woman!” Delilah reassured the human boy.
“Yeah! Cruella’s gone, son. She won’t be bothering anyone ever again.” Doug added.
“And someone here owes you an apology.” Dolly motioned to the sullen genius.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like the nightmares would go away after a single apology.” Hunter expressed with a wave of his hand. “Also…” He turns his attention toward the unkempt dalmatian. “You look even worse than a zombie, mate.” The boy stated the obvious.
“Do I really look it?” Dylan inquired.
“Yes.” Hunter replied bluntly.
“Are you sure you’re fine, son?” Doug asked his stepson.
“I’m fine… Just...a little…” The eldest pup claimed as his mother checks his temperature.
“Well, your temperature is slightly high… Almost to a point where it’s a fever.” Delilah diagnosed. “Also, where’s your bandages?” She asked, noticing her son’s head is bare.
“They...fell off… I’m fine. My head doesn’t hurt anymore.” Dylan stated.
Delilah’s checks his head to see that his bruise from yesterday is gone, much to her shock. “If you say so…” The mother accepted though heavily suspicious that her pup healed so fast.
“I have no plans since the curfew is in effect.” The teen dog stated.
“We were gonna mention that- Wait… How’d you know about the curfew?” Dolly asked in suspicion.
“I heard it from the officers and pest control chatting on the street before I walked in.” The tired dog explained.
“From the treehouse?” Dolly asked once more.
“Yes.” Dylan stated bluntly.
“How’d you hear that far?” The tomboyish dog inquired.
“Uh… Can you dogs not hear that good?” Hunter asked incredulously.
“We can, but that’s impossible for us pick up on chatter that low.” Dawkins stated suspiciously.
“Aren’t all dogs descended from wolves?” The boy asked with a raised brow.
“Well, yes, but there’s no physical evidence that they’re still-” The smart pup gets interrupted by his stepsister.
“None of us are wolves if that’s what you’re thinking.” Dolly said.
“He’s speaking in technical terms.” Dylan chimed in.
“Yeah right, Mr Sleep-a-lot.” Dolly shot back.
“By the way, Dylan, you missed breakfast.” Doug chimed in.
“I not hungry… I mean, I’m not hungry.” The tired dalmatian corrected himself at the last second.
“You sure? I mean, it’s almost past breakfast time.” The father dalmatian insisted.
“Dad. I’m good.” Dylan defended.
“Oh, OK. If you say so…” The father said, feeling unsure as his ears droop.
“I doubt it.” Dolly chimed in.
“Like you care…” Dylan sniped, earning a growl from his stepsister.
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Some hours later into sunset, Hunter is in the backyard, contemplating about the crime scene he saw. His mind is currently flooded with questions of what’s been happening. A sudden curfew in effect, animals being attacked and killed at random, Dylan’s odd behavior over the past couple of days along with his sudden nightmares for the past month. Strange things have been happening and it has to tie in somehow. The human paces around the backyard until he stumbles upon the wall behind the treehouse, riddled with claw marks at the top.
“What the...” Hunter said as he examines the damage up close. “That ain’t normal...”
“What’s not normal?” A voice asked, and it was Diesel popping out of the ground, surprising the human.
“Uh, mostly life…” The human replied before continuing. “What brings you out here?” He asked.
“Dylan smells weird; not in a good way.” Diesel said in a concerned tone.
“Maybe he didn’t bathe yet?” The human joked.
“No… He smells scary… Like...he smells like that weird red stuff that they show on the scary shows on TV…” The dirty pup explained further.
“Red stuff on TV? Like...blood?” The human deduced.
“I don’t dig blood…” The pup whined as he shrinks into his hole.
“Uh...right. Me neither…” The De Vil mutters under his breath and starts to change the subject. “H-Hey… Why don’t we do something fun like…uhm...playing with a few balls in the yard?” He suggested, motioning to the items in the grass.
Diesel looks at the items, but whines as he shrinks further into the hole. “No, thanks… I’m still scared…” The dirty pup replied.
“Of what? Your brother?” The human asked once more.
“That and those marks on the fence too…” The pup explained more.
“Huh? Oh… You noticed…” Hunter muttered. “Well, since you’re here, you and I can… What?” He turned to see the pup has already fled underground, leaving the human annoyed.
Hunter searches the wall to see deep grooves in it and couldn’t help but feel nervous that the claw marks are somewhat similar to the wounds found on the deceased stray. He wonders if it was one of the dalmatians, particularly Dylan, since he’s been the one acting strange for some time. Hunter shakes the thought out of his head, as it’s impossible for a small dog like Dylan to do this. Hunter then feels a couple of eyes bore into him and turns to see Dizzy and Dee Dee with a few other pups staring warily at him.
“Do you all need something?” He asked the pups.
“Dylan’s acting weird...and creepy…” Dizzy started.
“We wanna stay with you.” Dee Dee finished.
“Yet more are against him... What’s with this bad talk about your brother?” The boy questioned them.
“He stopped cleaning and never plays with us anymore…” Dizzy lamented.
“He’s just tired. Doesn’t everyone deserve a break?” Hunter explains to the pups as they glare at him with disdain as some bark at him. “Don’t give me that. I’ll see what’s going on with him, and you take back your crude remarks.” The boy stated as he walks past the pups and into the house.
Hunter walks into the living room to see Dylan with a distant look on his face while lying on the sofa. Curious, the human walks over to attempt to pet him only to be met with a response.
“Touch me, and I’ll bite your hand off.” Dylan threatened, causing the human to back off.
“Woah! What’s with the cheesed off attitude?” Hunter asked in annoyance.
“He’s still the same buzzkill as always.” Dolly chimed in.
“Watch it.” The tired dalmatian warned.
“You’re pushing a lot of buttons there. Keep it up and-” Hunter was interrupted by the tomboyish dog.
“Or what, Mr. Stick-In-The-Mud is gonna lecture me on cleaning and rules?” The tomboyish dog challenged.
“More than that if you don’t back off…” Dylan threatened in a low tone.
Hearing this, Dolly wasn’t having any of her stepbrother’s derisive attitude and got in his face with a snarl.
“I’ve just about had it with your gloomy attitude, you dork! The reason why you don’t get many friends is because of your lousy ‘order’ and ‘safety measures’!” The rebellious dog retorts sharply as Dylan’s growls lowly as his pupil turns a deep crimson. “You got a problem, nerd? Then, lets see you-” Dolly’s ranting is cut short as Dylan grabs her by the throat, clearly having had enough of her belittling nature.
“That’s enough out of you, you pretentious little bitch!” Dylan roared at her stepsister as his grip tightens, effectively replacing her anger with fear. “You’re no top dog, you’re just a poser who tries too freaking hard to impress any idiot who’s willing to put with your stunts!” The dalmatian browbeats the terrified female, which the pups behind Hunter are staring in horror at what their brother is doing.
“Woah! Dylan, chill!” Hunter exclaims as he tries to get the siblings apart, only for the angry pup to growl at him.
“Back off, human… This mutt needs to learn a proper lesson in respect.” The livid dalmatian stated in a dark tone until he’s hit with a sharp pain in his tail. “What the?” He seemingly calms down and sees his half-sister, Dorothy, biting his tail with a worried look. “My tail’s not a chew toy…” He said in annoyance.
“Uh...Dylan… Mind letting her go now?” Hunter motioned to the strangled pup.
“What?” The teen dog said as he glares at his stepsister he’s currently throttling. “Oh, dog.” He said as let go of her as she starts gasping for air.
“Jeez… You have major anger issues…” Dolly gasped at her brother.
“You pushed his buttons, missy…” The De Vil mutters.
Dylan just stared at his paws in confusion and at his siblings in the room, who are clearly in shocked at the scene between their eldest siblings. Without a word, just hopped off the sofa and ran past Hunter and his siblings to only head towards the backyard. The pups begin to chat amongst themselves about their brother and his recent behavioral patterns.
“Hey! Hey! No gossiping about your brother. He didn’t mean to lose it.” Hunter rebukes them.
“Yeah, Dylan’s being barbaric.” Destiny started.
“And way too creepy.” Dallas added.
“And weird. Ooh, maybe even insane, or wacky.” Déjà vu finished.
“Stop it! You 3 shallow cows don’t know him!” Da Vinci rebukes the trio as they shrink in response to the artist’s outburst.
“I dunno. Bro’s a wild champ.” Dimitri 1 stated, which the other Dimitris agree.
“At first his aura was beige, but now...it’s best if we stay away from him.” Deepak stated while hiding under the blanket.
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this… Your brother did everything for you all, and suddenly you treat him like he’s some stranger.” The human rebukes the dalmatians.
“Actually, he’s more like a creature of the netherworld.” Dante chimed in.
“Dante…” Dawkins started to scold him.
“So not helping…” Hunter finished.
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Inside the treehouse, Dylan is contemplating what he did earlier to his sister as he lies on his shredded cushions. Normally, he doesn’t fly off the handle like that and try to get physical with Dolly. Sure, they had their disagreements, but never in his lifetime has he ever tried to harm her, no matter how many times she has provoked him in some way. The dalmatian spots the same green spider roaming about on the ceiling of the treehouse, and he pays it no mind.
“Oi, Dylan!” Hunter calls from below. “Are you alive or dead up there?” He joked much to the chagrin of the pups near him.
“That’s not funny…” Dawkins scolds the De Vil.
“Just a bit of morbid humor; lighten up.” The human said with a sly smirk.
“I don’t want to be seen.” Dylan called from the treehouse.
“Jeez… You strangle me and then you hide like coward. What’s up with you?” Dolly chimed in.
“Dolly, are you trying to make things worse?!” Dawkins scolded.
“Just go away! I want to be alone!” Dylan shouted as he buries himself with his pillows.
“Dylan…” Da Vinci responded sadly.
“Fine, be that way! See if I care, Dull-an!” Dolly sneered as she walks back to the house with a huff.
“She’s hiding her worry.” Hunter remarked to the pups with a knowing look.
“I heard that! I couldn't care less about that gloomy dork!” The tomboyish dog denied, but felt a twinge of sadness as she walks inside.
“Anyway… If you want to talk, you know where to find us.” Hunter said as he turns towards the house and walks back inside with Dawkins and Da Vinci following as the latter looks back to give a whimper before heading back inside.
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Later, it’s nighttime at the dalmatian house, and things has gotten eerily quiet since the recent tiff between the eldest siblings. The tension is so thick that you can cut it with a knife, as Hunter is sitting on the sofa with a vexed expression, clearly stumped on how to tackle this problem.
C’mon, Hunter… You’ve come up with multiple schemes before, but now… I seriously got nothing…, Hunter voices his angst in his thoughts.
Hunter sees the pups being worried about Dylan and whimpers in concern about their brother. Hunter was about to suggest a game until a chime from Big Ben is heard, which is music to the ears of some. The pups calmed down a bit until a crash is heard, scaring everyone in the house.
“What was that?” Hunter asked as got up.
“Sounds like it came from outside.” Dawkins stated.
Curious, Hunter goes to the window to see nothing out there in the street, but another crash is heard, and it’s coming from the backyard. The human head to the backdoor of the kitchen and reaches for the doorknob with hesitation.
“C’mon, open it!” Dolly urged with impatience.
“Don’t rush me. You don’t know who or what’s out there.” Hunter chided.
Hunter slowly opens the door to see nothing out there, much to their shock and confusion.
“Could’ve been a rat messing around or something.” Dolly suggested as she pups the left the kitchen.
Just before Hunter could close the door, he heard a growl and whimper coming from the alley on other side of the fence. Curious, he closed the backdoor and snuck out the front door without the pups noticing. Outside, the boy goes around the block to the alleyway and spy a dog being chased by a large shadow in the dark as the dog begs for mercy. Hunter hid at the corner takes out his phone and the selfie stick to place the former on. He sets the timer and aims it in the alleyway and just as the creature is about to clamp its jaws onto its hapless prey, a flash catches it by a surprise and looks up with piercing red eyes, only see the phone being yanked away at the entrance and gave off a savage bark before leaving the alley with a leap, sparing the dog.
“Oh dog! I thought I was gonna die…” The scared mongrel stated as Hunter peeked to see the former still alive as it left.
“What was that thing?” Hunter asked himself as he checked the recent photo, where his heart dropped at the image. “N-No way…” The menacing figure in the photo, wearing the same red collar with a silver star tag and has the constellation on his right ear. Unmistakably, those descriptions match the only certain dog: Dylan.
Hunter silently returns to 101 Dalmatian Street and stops at the door to piece together what’s been happening of late: Dylan’s sudden shifts in his attitude and random animal attacks. But to top it off, Dylan’s constant blood moon dreams acted as premonitions of what’s to come. While being lost in his thoughts, the door opens, revealing the dalmatian mother, Delilah, with a stern look on her face.
“And where were you, young man?” Delilah inquired in a demanding but concerning tone.
The De Vil tries to come up with a plausible lie. “Oh, I was out for a little walk.” Hunter quickly responded.
“During a curfew?” She asked incredulously, which causes the human to inwardly curse at himself. “Get in before Pearl catches you!” She ordered as the human complied without issue.
Hunter walks upstairs to the empty guest room to gather his thoughts of what he’s seen tonight. He wanted to tell the dalmatians about what he’s seen, but he doesn’t want to sew panic and confusion to the already traumatized family of dogs. The human climbs into bed to try and sleep off the harrowing scene, hoping to question Dylan in the morning. That’s if he’s not still on his terror spree.
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To be continued on the next part as Hunter confronts Dylan about his recent change.
