Cianne tried pulling her leg free but the dog's grip was too strong. She kicked at it with her free foot but there was no use. It held on. The pain was excruciating as the dog tugged in an attempt to drag her from the cabinet. The other dogs snarled and chomped as they tried to climb the file cabinets to get to her. Cianne clung to the cabinet's edge with all her strength but it was metal and her hands were wet with blood and sweat.
The dog shook her ankle violently.
Cianne fought to hold on. She ignored the pain and forgot about kicking the other dogs away. She had to climb. The tip of her toe found the edge of a drawer so she attempted to pull herself up but her fingers started to slip. One finger, then another.
*It's over. I couldn't save us.*
"Tristan. . ."
Every paper, every bit of dust, every scrap of debris, flew up from the floor in a small cyclone near the door. A familiar scented breeze filled the room. Cianne sensed him before she actually saw him.
*Tristan!*