Still Furious

Alexia – POV 

Okay. So I was almost out of the alley, still trying to shake the creeps from that gross encounter with those two trash bags in hoodies, when I turned a corner—mistake number fifty of the day—and ended up on some shady-ass residential street that looked like it had been forgotten by God, the city, and even Google Maps.

And that's when I heard it.

The bark.

Low.

Mean.

Hungry.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Slowly—so slowly—I turned my head toward the sound, and there it was.

A dog.

No. Not a dog.

A beast.