One hundred and fourteen

Sitting up, it growls menacingly, and I scramble backwards on my hands trying to get away from it when suddenly my hands hit boots making me look away from the beast. Draven has his arms folded across his chest and an amused expression on his face. “It’s Torin he won’t hurt you” Draven says looking down at me. Looking back at the dog beast, it licks a long line from chin to my hairline. I push its