"Fucking brilliant,"

She's dragged herself over half of London to end up in another dog fight. She cackles an exasperated laugh.

"I mean, it's just poetic, isn't it? God knows how many years locked up killing bloody pitbulls, and as soon as I'm dumped in the damn safe place, I get murdered by a load of wolves."

She stops laughing as suddenly as she started. "Whatever. Let them come."