Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Shalon felt the coppery tone against her tongue, she felt the tearing of flesh for but a moment before the brutes forward momentum ripped the meat from her jaws. They collided with a firm jolt, she could feel his jagged teeth against her chest and shoulder. Not caring of the pain she had heard the sound of a childs voice, but all she could hope for was that Eden got to him before anyone else.

She wouldn't retreat, that choice was taken away from her as she felt the sudden body wheight plow into her side. The silver fae hadn't been prepared for a side attack and therefore had no chance to brace herself as she was forced away from the male. Losing her footing she fell in a heap on her side. Unprotected, she tried to find her footing again against the womans onslaught.