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Elizabeth, after letting go of Katherine and taking a step back, stated, "I know; it's Denis again." However, "that's not what I meant." This is done in the open air."
Elizabeth, startled, followed him down the steps to the first curve, where there was a door.
window that looked out over the parking lot, and as she stared down at the activity below, she could feel Katherine standing behind her.

A great number of people emerged from the church, but they formed a line at the border of the parking lot and did not go any farther. On the other side of the parking lot, there was an equally enormous gathering of dogs.

It seemed as if two armies were confronting one other, but what was weird was that neither group moved at all. The humans seemed to be immobilized by their anxiety, and the dogs seemed to be waiting for something to happen.

When Elizabeth first saw the dogs, she recognized them as belonging to a variety of breeds. There were toy dogs such
There were small dogs such as sharp-faced corgis and brown-and-black silky terriers as well as a Lhasa apso with long golden hair. There were medium-sized dogs such as springer spaniels and Airedales as well as one beautiful snow white Samoyed. There were also large dogs such as a barrel-chested rottweiler with a cropped tail, a panting gray wolfhound, and a giant schnau

The boxer belongs to Mr. Grunbaum, and the German shepherd belongs to the Sullivans. But why are they acting the way that they are? "

The humans, who seemed to be uncomfortable at first, were terrified now as they stood shoulder to shoulder, with no one willing to break out of the front line and get any closer to the beasts.

Elizabeth found it odd how still the dogs were, and every minute movement, such as the tiniest twitch of their tails or ears, seemed to be accentuated to a much greater degree than it should have been. The dogs were just sitting or standing there, and some of them had their tongues hanging out gently.
And there were no friendly greetings to be seen, not even wagging tails; there was only... waiting.

Elizabeth was shocked to see Robert among the throng, but for a second she couldn't think of why. Then she realized it was because he hadn't been in the church. As she watched, Robert began to move farther away from the gathering, which made Elizabeth even more astonished.


disappearing under the overhang below Elizabeth. vanishing beneath the overhang below Elizabeth. vanishing beneath the overhang below Elizabeth.
Douglas Carson, Sue Carson's married older brother, had stepped into the no-land man's between the dogs and the people, with one hand slightly extended. Finally, someone had moved out of the front line. Elizabeth realized that it was Douglas Carson. He had stepped into the no-land man's between the dogs and the people.

A springer spaniel with long ears like brown satin turned her head. Her white stub of a tail trembled slightly, as if in doubt, and her brown-and-white nose raised. However, she did not approach the young guy.

The next move was made by Doug Carson, who said, "Chelsea... nice gal. Chelsea, please come over here. Come! " He made a snapping sound with his fingers.

What impressions are you getting from those dogs over there?

" Dominic mumbled.

Katherine gave a quick shake of the head while maintaining her gaze on the outside of the building as she responded, "Nothing."

Dominic's eyes were narrowed and his head was leaned back in an evaluating manner as he said, "Neither do I."
Elizabeth was reminded of the wolfhound by the way his fangs were slightly protruding from his mouth. "But we should be able to, you know." They should be exhibiting certain feelings that we are able to pick up on. Instead, if I attempt to interrogate them, it's like running into a blank white wall each and every time."

Elizabeth hoped she had a better understanding of what they were discussing and asked, "What do you mean by 'probe them'?"

", she said, "They really are animals."

Dominic said it ironically, "Appearances can be deceiving," and Elizabeth thought about the rainbow lights in the feathers of the crow that had followed her since the first day of school. If she looked closely, she could see those same rainbow lights in the feathers of the crow that had followed her. Dominic: "Appearances can be deceiving."
the soft luster of Dominic's hair "But, in any event, animals have feelings. You are able to investigate their mental states if your powers are powerful enough.

And my Powers aren't, Elizabeth thought. She was startled by the tinge of envy that went through her. Just a few minutes earlier, she had been clinging to Katherine, desperately trying to get rid of any Powers she had, and to change herself back. And now, she wished she were stronger. Dominic had always had an odd effect on her.

She said the following words out loud: "I may not be able to investigate Chelsea, but I don't believe Doug should go much closer."

Katherine's eyes had been fixated on the scene beyond the window, and he had knitted his brows together.
Now he gave a very little nod, but with a strange feeling of urgency. "I don't either," he muttered. "Neither do I."

"Come on, Chelsea, act like a mature young lady. Come here," Doug Carson was on the verge of calling out.
the first row of dogs. All eyes, both human and canine, were fixed on him, and even such minute movements as twitches had stopped. If Elizabeth hadn't seen the sides of one or two dogs hollow and fill with their breathing, she might have thought the entire group was some kind of enormous museum display.

Doug had come to a stop, and Chelsea was watching him from behind the corgi and the Samoyed. Doug clucked his tongue, and then he held out his hand, paused, and then pulled it back. Chelsea was looking at him.


The fabric was then stretched even further. The fabric was then stretched even farther.
"Yes." She could see his sight unfocus with concentration; suddenly, he shook his head while exhaling like a person who has attempted to move something that is too heavy for them. "It's no good; I'm burned out." I am unable to carry it out from where I am.

The red-gold Airedale rose to her feet in one stunningly fluid movement, as if she were being dragged by strings. The hindquarters of the rottweiler bunched up. Below, Chelsea's lips peeled back from her fangs.

And then they pounced. Elizabeth couldn't tell which of the dogs had started it because they all seemed to move at the same time in unison, like a giant wave. About half a dozen of them hit Doug Carson with enough force to knock him backward, and he was subsequently buried beneath the mass of their bodies.

Dogs were ripping at clothes, growling, and lunging as the audience panicked and shouted. The air was full with horrible sounds, from a metallic baying that sent the church rafters ringing and gave Elizabeth an immediate headache, to a deep-throated continuous growl that she felt rather than heard.