The pups, Simon and Josh, were a mess of tears and sweat. Their tiny faces were scrunched up in panic as they wailed and sobbed, pleading for Riona to save them.
"Huaaa... Help me… don't leave me!"
"Riona, I don't wanna die…"
Her heart felt like it was being crushed as she whispered their names, "Simon… Josh…"
These two were the self-appointed chaos instigators of the pack, the energetic little tornadoes who always knew just when to disrupt Riona's peaceful routine.
They'd burst in like a pair of overactive squirrels, waking her from her midday beauty sleep—clearly unaware that vampires do not do well in sunlight.
But they meant no harm; their only crime was uncontainable excitement. To them, Riona was a living playground. She was strong enough to scoop them up by the arms and swing them around like they were nothing more than oversized marshmallows.
