Enemies by Nature
He ran down the corridor, his little legs moving as fast as he could make them go. This couldn't be it, this wouldn't be the end. His heart was thumping fast and his mind was running through all his options. Could I risk it? He wondered, turning the corner and sprinting out the front door of the castle — out into the night. His pursuer was close behind, teeth bared and face threatening. Peter was panting by the time he was lost in the grass. The orange cat prowled a few feet behind him, yellow eyes narrowed to see through the grass. Peter knew then that he would have a hard time around the Granger girls new animal monstrosity.
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Sept Event - 6. (plot) Making an Enemy.