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Authors: Kenzie Cox
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sure if she called the Doucets or the police, but it didn’t matter, because in about two seconds, Stan was going to regret he ever walked into my office.
Stan let out a low snarl and then swiped his ragged paw at me. I ducked my head, dodging his slow attack, and immediately came up on my hind legs, my front paws reaching for his head. He tried to roll to the side, but I caught him with my left paw, leaving four bloody claw slices down his neck.
Blood dripped onto my new white carpet, fueling my already out of control rage. Meeting Stan’s stone-cold blue eyes, I growled, the sound sinister and full of deadly promises. He growled back, adding an extra snarl just so I knew he was still well in the game. Then we circled each other, each of us waiting for our opening.
But then he got impatient and swiped at me, leaving me the perfect opportunity. I barreled head first into him, accepting his half-assed blow to the top of my head. I barely felt it as I rushed him. One claw connected, slicing his gut at the same time I clamped my jaws down on his shoulder.
He let out a roar of pain, and tried to scamper backward, but my hold on him was too vicious. If he tried to break free, I’d rip his muscles wide open. If he did nothing, he was at my mercy. Exactly where I wanted him.
Movement came from behind me, and I took a moment to sniff the air. Cody. He’d shifted and was prowling the office, ready and willing if I needed backup.
Stan started snarling again, but I bit down harder and pressed a claw into the flesh at his neck, making sure he knew exactly who had the upper hand—or claw—so to speak.
He froze and stared up at me with hatred.
The feeling was completely mutual.
“Katrina!” Chase appeared in front of me as if he was straight from a dream. He was wearing cargo pants, a black T-shirt, some sort of security utility belt, and was carrying what appeared to be a tranq gun. “Jesus. What happened here?”
“He’s her ex-brother-in-law,” Dasi said. “He wanted to talk, but from what we can piece together, he attacked her, locked the door, and then tried to kidnap her through the broken window. But we don’t know why.”
He glanced at the bleeding Stan. Then back at me. “Did he attack you?”
I pressed my claw further into Stan’s neck, forcing a pathetic whimper out of him, and then freed his shoulder. The tang of his salty blood was on my tongue, making me gag, but I nodded to answer Chase’s question.
“That’s all I needed to know.” He aimed the tranq gun and pulled the trigger. A second later, Stan went limp.
I backed up until I was all the way on the other side of the room, suddenly needing to be as far away from Stan as possible.
Chase watched me without saying a word as the room exploded with activity. Cyrus and Cole arrived along with the town sheriff. The few other workers who were on staff were gathered in the doorway, gawking.
I ignored it all and curled up into a ball in the corner, holding my paws over my belly, wondering what would happen to my cub once I shifted back.
“Listen up everyone,” Chase said, his voice full of authority. “We need to clear the room. Katrina needs to shift in privacy.”
I heard the shuffle of feet and murmurs of questions as they retreated out of my office.
“Dasi?” Chase added. “Can you call an ambulance?”
“I’m on it,” she said.
“Cole? Cyrus? Can you take this piece of shit out of here?” Chase asked, gesturing to Stan. “That all right with you sheriff?”
“It’s fine by me. Throw his ass out in the dumpster for all I care. Lowlife drug-runners. Too bad she didn’t rip his head off.”
I shuddered at the thought. I could’ve. I was angry enough. If they hadn’t shown up when they had, if he’d pushed any more of my buttons, I might have.
Chase finally made his way over to me. But instead of saying anything, he just slid his way down the wall and sat next to me, resting his hand on my back.
I moved slightly to
Stan let out a low snarl and then swiped his ragged paw at me. I ducked my head, dodging his slow attack, and immediately came up on my hind legs, my front paws reaching for his head. He tried to roll to the side, but I caught him with my left paw, leaving four bloody claw slices down his neck.
Blood dripped onto my new white carpet, fueling my already out of control rage. Meeting Stan’s stone-cold blue eyes, I growled, the sound sinister and full of deadly promises. He growled back, adding an extra snarl just so I knew he was still well in the game. Then we circled each other, each of us waiting for our opening.
But then he got impatient and swiped at me, leaving me the perfect opportunity. I barreled head first into him, accepting his half-assed blow to the top of my head. I barely felt it as I rushed him. One claw connected, slicing his gut at the same time I clamped my jaws down on his shoulder.
He let out a roar of pain, and tried to scamper backward, but my hold on him was too vicious. If he tried to break free, I’d rip his muscles wide open. If he did nothing, he was at my mercy. Exactly where I wanted him.
Movement came from behind me, and I took a moment to sniff the air. Cody. He’d shifted and was prowling the office, ready and willing if I needed backup.
Stan started snarling again, but I bit down harder and pressed a claw into the flesh at his neck, making sure he knew exactly who had the upper hand—or claw—so to speak.
He froze and stared up at me with hatred.
The feeling was completely mutual.
“Katrina!” Chase appeared in front of me as if he was straight from a dream. He was wearing cargo pants, a black T-shirt, some sort of security utility belt, and was carrying what appeared to be a tranq gun. “Jesus. What happened here?”
“He’s her ex-brother-in-law,” Dasi said. “He wanted to talk, but from what we can piece together, he attacked her, locked the door, and then tried to kidnap her through the broken window. But we don’t know why.”
He glanced at the bleeding Stan. Then back at me. “Did he attack you?”
I pressed my claw further into Stan’s neck, forcing a pathetic whimper out of him, and then freed his shoulder. The tang of his salty blood was on my tongue, making me gag, but I nodded to answer Chase’s question.
“That’s all I needed to know.” He aimed the tranq gun and pulled the trigger. A second later, Stan went limp.
I backed up until I was all the way on the other side of the room, suddenly needing to be as far away from Stan as possible.
Chase watched me without saying a word as the room exploded with activity. Cyrus and Cole arrived along with the town sheriff. The few other workers who were on staff were gathered in the doorway, gawking.
I ignored it all and curled up into a ball in the corner, holding my paws over my belly, wondering what would happen to my cub once I shifted back.
“Listen up everyone,” Chase said, his voice full of authority. “We need to clear the room. Katrina needs to shift in privacy.”
I heard the shuffle of feet and murmurs of questions as they retreated out of my office.
“Dasi?” Chase added. “Can you call an ambulance?”
“I’m on it,” she said.
“Cole? Cyrus? Can you take this piece of shit out of here?” Chase asked, gesturing to Stan. “That all right with you sheriff?”
“It’s fine by me. Throw his ass out in the dumpster for all I care. Lowlife drug-runners. Too bad she didn’t rip his head off.”
I shuddered at the thought. I could’ve. I was angry enough. If they hadn’t shown up when they had, if he’d pushed any more of my buttons, I might have.
Chase finally made his way over to me. But instead of saying anything, he just slid his way down the wall and sat next to me, resting his hand on my back.
I moved slightly to
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