Headbutt

Every fiber of muscle in her arm groaned for use. The full moon had left her in a fog of hunger. She salivated at the thought of pulling an organ out and showing it to him. Instead, she wrapped her hand into his buttoned-up shirt and cracked her skull into his.
He flew back into the door. It burst open. He flopped out of the closet and onto his back. Ryn strode after him and knelt atop his chest. She seized him by the spikes of his hair, and glared into his eyes. “I will forgive the confusion because we are not the same species. But this word. ‘No.’ You understand it?”
“Uhnn.”
“Remember it.”
It took his eyes a moment to focus on her and Ryn realized she was being observed by the uniformed woman from earlier, now standing over them both. The woman drew her weapon. “Back off!”
“He will be fine.” Ryn stood and slunk back a step. “No hospitalizations.”
Harper sat up, wobbled, and swayed back to the floor.
“…I think.”


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