Golden Glade die with memories, not dreams

i'm sorry about this <3 jhala's a stubborn gal. for PP / realism reasons jhala can't really stop mid lunge. but you're welcome to continue and say that they escaped. assume a minor injury to embry, per our trespassing rule. i'm choosing shoulder, since that's what seems the most realistic in the current position they're in. 

jhala was already in the air and lunging, and though embry had blocked her from feyre, he did not save himself. instead he began to ramble like a bafoon-- giving jhala the perfect opportunity to sink her teeth into his shoulders. her perfect pair of pearly whites locked into flesh, the warm blood pooling into her mouth. she knocked into him as she landed, but ripped away a hunk of shoulder as she leapt backwards. feyre said something, but jhala wasn't concerned with it. the mama bear spat the blood and flesh to the side, now-stained teeth bared in a snarl.

"OUT," she repeating once more, giving them ample opportunity to run off. she was done with this, if they chose to stay she'd call for back-up, but by now she had made it very clear that she wanted them gone.