In a heartbeat, he could snap her bones to splinters.
The Great Pyrenees was huge in the small dark room, all teeth and claws, his thick fur spattered with blood. He looked wild, half-crazed with bloodlust, like a savage beast from fairy tales, a demon wolf from the underworld.
He was ferocious, acting on instinct to guard his precious charge from all creatures not in his herd.
Hannah stretched out her bad hand and placed it on Ghost’s wet muzzle. His panting breath hot on her palm. Her fingers brushed razor-sharp teeth.
Hannah felt no fear. Not from Ghost. Never from Ghost.
He was her dog, and she was his person.
“Good boy, good boy.” Gently, she closed his jaws with her crooked fingers. “Evelyn’s a friend. You know that, boy. You’re worked up from protecting your people. I get it.”
She stroked the top of his snout. Gradually, his growls subsided. “You did everything right.”
Ghost’s tense, bunched muscles relaxed. His ears pricked as he responded to Hannah’s soothing voice.
“You warned me. You protected us. You did everything perfectly. Just perfect.” He tilted his head so she could rub at the scruff of his throat. “You’ve definitely earned some jerky tonight.”
Ghost plopped onto his haunches and lowered his head to Charlotte. He nosed her tiny scrunched face, then tenderly licked her tears, whining in concern.
Charlotte wept fiercely, but she sensed the big dog above her and reached for him eagerly. She adored Ghost as much as he adored her.
Her tiny hands batted at his bloodied muzzle. The jaws that had ripped out a man’s throat were as harmless to Charlotte as one of her teething toys.
“I’m helping Charlotte, Ghost.” Evelyn kept her voice low and steady. “She’s okay, boy. Thanks to you and your momma. She’s gonna be okay.”
“Are you certain?” Hannah asked in a choked voice.
Evelyn turned her head to meet Hannah’s gaze. She kept her movements slow and cautious. “She’s okay, honey. A contusion on the back of her skull that we’ll watch, but she’s fine.”
“Oh, thank God.” Pure relief flooded her veins. Hannah scooped Charlotte into her arms and held her against her chest. Her daughter’s small shuddering body sank into hers.
Charlotte nestled her head into the crook of Hannah’s neck. Hannah cradled her, rocked back and forth on her knees, and crooned sweet nothings against her soft head.
In the warm embrace of her mother, Charlotte’s wails subsided.
Ghost pressed close, leaning into her side and anxiously snuffling Charlotte’s cheeks like he wasn’t taking Hannah’s word for it; he needed to ensure his people’s well-being for himself.
“We have visitors,” Bishop said. “Friendlies.”
Footsteps pounded outside in the hallway.
Ghost raised his head, ears perked. Instead of growling, he let out a welcoming chuff.
“Who do I need to shoot?” Molly shuffled into the room, limping heavily without her cane, the Mossberg gripped firmly in two wrinkled hands.
Quinn shoved in behind her, holding the AR-15 in the low ready position, her face bone-white with fear and adrenaline. She took in the nursery’s utter disarray. “Is anyone hurt?”
“It’s over,” Hannah said. “We’re okay.”
“Darn it,” Molly said. “I’m always late to the party.”
Evelyn grimaced. “If this is what you people consider a party, I’ll pass on the next invite.”
Molly wore a white long-sleeved nightgown. Quinn wore an oversized Metallica T-shirt and red snowman pajama bottoms. Neither wore coats. Quinn was barefoot, mud and grass caking the bottoms of her feet.
“Ghost’s barking woke us,” Quinn said. “He sounded ready to take down an army.”
Travis gave a tired smile. “Pretty much.”
“Milo,” Hannah said. “Bishop sent Perez over, but I don’t know if she’s there yet. He’s alone in the house—”
Molly pointed the shotgun at the floor. “Say no more. I’m already there.”
As soon as she’d left, Liam did something to the hostile. He shrieked in anguish.
Travis’s face turned ashen. He left the room with L.J., Evelyn on his heels.
“I’ll stay,” Quinn said.
“I need you to help search the area,” Bishop said. “Go with Perez. Now that Milo’s safe, she’ll call in the reaction force to comb the perimeter.”
Quinn made a face like she wanted to protest, but she headed for the door.