Haunted Wood Lighters

Her fangs sliced into his flesh, metallic blood warm on her tongue. In the next instant, she felt something sharp on the back of her neck and her head was yanked away from his leg, teeth scraping flesh before clicking shut on empty air. Despite herself, Wildfire whined, a thin, reedy sound. She was effectively trapped and though she knew it was futile and would only do further harm, she couldn't stop herself from trying to tear free from both his grips.

At length, he stopped pumping against her and Wildfire's eyes squeezed closed as the burning sting gave way to an aching throb that radiated from her pelvis across her hips. She didn't want to think about the warm, slippy feeling that was surely blood, if the smell was any indication. Goober still didn't let go of her, or even loosen his hold on her scruff. His weight pressed down more heavily, though, and suddenly Wildfire's trembling legs gave out and she sank to the ground.

But she didn't give up the fight. Although weary and in pain, she used the ground as leverage and flipped with such rapidity that she managed to tug loose from Goober's teeth. The movement also tore their bodies apart and Wildfire could only hope that it hurt him as much as it hurt her. Clenching her teeth against it—and the blurriness at the edges of her vision—the she-wolf grunted, kicked and somehow managed to get out from beneath him.

There was part of her that wanted to continue her own assault. However, a much larger part of Wildfire told her simply to, Run! She didn't even bother looking at Goober. Bleeding and achy and breathless with the insanity of what just transpired, Wildfire fled. She ran like a shaky drunk and half-expected him to chase and attack her again, her heart beating like a drum against her ribs as she instinctively ran in the direction of the caldera.