The buildup to the main events of the holidays had been exciting, to say the least. Bonnie glanced to the bandages wrapped carefully around his arm by his mother, memories of the giant twiwa flickering idly through his mind. The beast had just been angry they were inside its home, and more than that it had been hungry. Bo recognized the hunger burning in its tired eyes better than anyone, the need for any kind of food. It got rid of rationale, robbed you of good sense.
Bo didn’t bl...