They sniffed the air with long, pointed snouts and made woofing sounds deep within their throats. Even the other Skin-walkers that were present seemed to shy away from them. Then from the back of the van climbed several other police officers. These were dressed from head to foot in thick, black, padded armour, like riot officers. Their faces were covered in masks, which had metal grills covering their features. It was then I noticed that each of these officers held what looked like reins in their gloved fists. The reins were attached to collars which circled the berserkers’ scrawny throats. I had known several police dog handlers on the force back in the other world before it had got pushed. However, none of them had ever handled such wild and furious-looking beasts as the berserkers. “There are too many of them,” I said over my shoulder at the others. “If they set those things loose, then we’re...” Before I’d had the chance to finish what I was saying, the cops were leading the yapping and snarling berserkers along the tracks towards us like a pack of bloodhounds.
