Phantom Hollow a slab in the morgue

When the wolf reacted with snarls and snaps, she’d been prepared. From the moment she realised that her target was a wolf, she prepared herself for anything and everything that could be thrown her way. Yet, as the boy actually started after her, she was slightly thrown off by his terrible aim. She was literally right there, yet not a single one of his bites connected with flesh. In all honesty, she was rather disappointed. She was considering retaliating, her head pulled back so as to avoid his teeth just in case he wised up, when she noticed his face; disgusting and bloody, a gaping hole where his eye should be. Instantly appalled by the fact that, that thing was touching her, Sorina removed herself from him even quicker than she’d arrived, putting several steps worth of distance between them.

Scowling at him, she asked, “What the fuck is wrong with your face?” And why, she silently added, did he think it was appropriate to let her remain on him when he knew that he looked like a living disaster? “How dare you snap at me when you look like that,” she huffed, in a state of total disbelief. “What? Are you jealous that I have both of my eyes and all you have is that mangled mess you call a face—and don’t even get me started with the side you’re missing an eye on.” Seriously, what the hell happened to this guy?