Sends man stumbling

So focused was her attention, she allowed the mortal’s hands to touch her. They clapped to her hips, his disgusting pelvis mashing into her from behind. “This one wants it filthy too,” he bellowed. “Got that wildcat look, doesn’t she?”
Twisting around, her palm lashed out, tossing him into his surprised pack mate, showing only a flicker of her power and a hundredth of what she marked him for. The murder-itch tingled at the roots of her teeth and claws, in every tightening joint, and she’d have reached through his stomach to break his spine if the moon were any higher. She refrained because she was fairly sure humans couldn’t do that. What saved his life was only the desire to kill subtly enough to remain unjailed. Weighing her options, she decided on a more believably human response—she’d rip off an arm.


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