Nova Peak what’s yours is mine.

he must not hurt them he must not hurt them he must not —

dead

where was redd? redd redd redd come please no don’t touch daddy don’t get close don’t —

His eyes snapped open to the sound of a voice. It was not the voice of his mate or Goldeneye. He could not understand it, but he saw a shape loom across the mouth of the den.

Riley stood abruptly, balance unsteady. What instinct remained left in his feverish body told him this incubus at his doorstep must be killed must be put down must be chased out must be —

Get out GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT— came the quivering madness from his bellowing jaws, spittle and blood both churning between his teeth. don’t touch them, he gibbered, turning in on himself as the blackened incubus spread its form along the edges of dugout. don’t touch them!

Riley threw himself at the door.