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Latiana Carter and the Demon Dogs of Koko-Ra, Part 4

As soon as she started running, she heard the baying behind her. She wasn’t about to fight – even if these ghost dogs weren’t stronger, faster, and smarter than normal dogs… well, they were still dogs. She wasn’t particularly happy with the idea of fighting them: her Labrador back home would never forgive her. Instead, she charged the stone altar, choosing to go against convention wisdom, and deal with the devil she didn’t know. How else was she supposed to learn what was going on?

She closed in on the man next to Jeanne. He had stayed surprisingly quiet during her approach -in fact, he hadn’t said a word: he’d been too busy keeping that silver rod at his lips. Fearing a blowgun of some sort, Latiana caught him in a flying tackle as they tumbled across the ground.

It seemed like it took hours to wrest it from his grasp, but she finally pushed him off and inspected her trophy. Slowly, a smile crept over her face as she realised that something had finally gone right. It was a dog whistle.

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