Her mother's scream.
Mothers are strong. Mothers protect. And her mother always protected her, always, always...
But no one was protecting her mother.
She took a faltering step back, unable to tear her eyes from her mother. As her mother fell to the Hounds. One last mental cry from her mother, stronger than the "Run to the Library - I'll meet you there" she'd sent earlier -
Her mother had never lied to her before. Maybe that was what had kept her from running.
One last mental cry: RUN!
Another step back. Slow motion. A wet crack of splintering bone. Another agonized scream.
A Hound looking up, meeting her eyes. Grinning.
"Mommy," she whispered.
Torn. She had to do something. Had to protect her mother. Somehow. After all, Jessamyn ni'Tamra had never run from anything in her life - what kind of person would Capri be if she ran?
Another step back, sandaled foot sliding on wet gravel. The Hound's eyes were so dark. So cold. She was so cold. Her mother screamed again...