Gnash’s claws click on the hard floor as he stalks toward Zeke, who immediately lets me go just as Regan sits up with me in his lap. I move in his lap, pulling my knees closer to look at the wounds on my ankle.
My blood spills onto the floor, and five deep piercing holes ooze out bright red blood, staining my foot and the floor. Just moving it makes pain twinge up my leg and through my ankle.
“Fine, I’m going, Gnash. Settle down, boy; I was just mucking around with her!” Zeke snarls, and I feel fur brush my arm as Gnash steps over my other leg and pauses beside me, teeth bared and growling at Zeke, the dark, menacing sound rumbling from Gnash fills the room.
Peering over my shoulder, Zeke reaches for the door handle. He sends me a parting glare before slamming it shut just as Gnash lung
