Ripley's POV

The sound of police and ambulance sirens used to trigger a deep seated dread in Ripley. Deep, unending, painful dread. Over the years, she had worked through that. It was impractical to lock up every time she heard the sounds.

Today was different.

Waking up to the sound, in her childhood bedroom, it nearly choked her.

How did she get to her bed?

She sat bolt upright.

Where was Fenrir?

It was just like that silly beast to ...