Wapun Meadow grind to a halt

laurel did not come back for her idiot son,
his cheek burst into shreds beneath merrick's teeth, but this willowy hulking hardbit wide-eyed boy — riley did nothing. enraged by such weakness from someone who through laurel shared his mother's blood, the bearwitch pivoted to smash his shoulder into the boy's ribcage.
"go ahead," he tittered, tongue lolling; a bauble of saliva dripped watery and red-tinged from its tip. face contorted; he looked behind the pathetic cousin to where his aunt stood, and then dragged the single eye back to riley.
"go to her," he commanded, no air of mercy in him, and in the next moment merrick was snapping a second time, low and hot for the legs of the loser, sore, sore, sore; see if you can get back to your bitch mother before i —