Tilly leapt from the top of the stairs, claws out, taking the man down before he had chance to lower his weapon and probably kill her mate. Her claws sank into his chest and legs and she heard bones breaking as he landed. He screamed in pain, and she clawed him a little more for good measure. She felt anger like she had never felt before and grabbed the man by the throat, pressing her teeth lightly into his neck. She stilled like that, aware that the pressure of her jaws could kill him, or she could rip his throat out, but wanting to feel his fear when he realised he was going to die. She felt satisfied when his eyes went wide and an almost dog-like whimper came from him as her teeth pressed tighter and she hissed.
Despite the pressure on his neck he managed to speak, although his voice w
