Eight
GRAY
My brain checked out, leaving my instincts in charge. I lunged, slamming Jonathan’s deformed hybrid body to the ground and straddling him. My hands wrapped around his neck, fingers breaking through the loose skin and sinking into the flesh, right down to the brittle bones beneath. I swallowed back a gag as his putrid blood spilled over my hands, but still, he writhed and bucked beneath me, some unnatural force giving him superior strength.
In a blur, he shoved me off and rolled on top of me, pinning my arms at my sides with hands that were part human, part monstrous paw, tipped with razor-sharp claws that pierced my skin. Blood from his neck wounds dripped onto my face, and I closed my mouth and turned my head, trying to look for something in the grass—anything—to hit him wit
