"It's okay. He can help you. We don't want to hurt you."
"But you will," she says. "If I don't do what you want, you'll hurt me."
It's hard to deny with Marco still shaking and snarling at your side.
"We can't leave you here," you try to explain. "If you kill someone hunters will come looking for werewolves. There are children in our pack. We have to keep them safe."
"I'm not going to kill anyone!" she screams. "Leave me alone!"
"We can't do that."
"Fuck you," she spits.
Quicker than you imagined possible, she charges out from between the cars and leaps at Marco.
The two go down in a chorus of howls. You smell the hot tang of blood.
You reach forward and grab the stray by the wrist, yanking her off Marco. She twists in your grip and lashes out at you.
A flash of pain.
You flinch.
Her wrist slips from your grip.
"Gideon Mercer!" Marco yells.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You stagger back and wipe the blood from your eyes in time to see her racing from the car park, Marco at her heels.
Fuckfuckfuck.
You run after them, heart pounding.
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