Hushed Willows [m] Mental Wounds

In a second Mae's vision tunneled and her world narrowed to that thin slice of spacetime, a fleeting sliver of forever. She felt her heartbeat in her ears. She tasted fur and felt skin tearing under teeth. He ripped his leg away from her and kicked, and she saw the way his claws tensed with the motion of it in the instant before she snapped out to catch the flying foot.

And she bit down as hard as she could.

Mae wrenched her head to the side and down, stepping back as she twisted his leg. She meant to drag his back half to the earth by that single paw, if she could. She would let Boone do the rest.