I jumped into the room, every muscle coiled and ready to attack. My claws were flexed open as wide as they could go, and I was prepared to rip off his hands and bust his teeth in if he made a move. “What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Cleaning up this boy.” My mom dipped her cloth in the bowl of water on the nightstand, then leaned back and started wiping again. “He’s covered in dried blood.”
“He’s not a boy. He’s a traitor.”
She looked up sharply. “You don’t know that.”
“He attacked me.” I pointed to the bandages
Waterlord Prequel final by Ravon Silvius
“What’s going on?!” Tom whispered.
“I said quiet!” Nathan knelt near him, and Tom noticed ugly bruises on his face before Nathan gasped and pulled away. “Damn, Tom, your arms… Nevermind, let me get them untied…shit. This’ll hurt.”
Tom bit his lip, but Nathan never got the chance to touch the ropes before the door slammed behind him, making him jump.
The Sheriff #11 (3.6) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Dustin was more than a little confused to find himself being held upright by none other than the standoffish sheriff himself. And who was this woman grinning at him like she knew him? Then recollection hit him. The overly handsy one from the bar, the one Jordan had blessedly rescued him from. But what was she doing with Marshall and Lee and Roy?
“Hey,” he responded with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. He glanced up at Roy, wondering how long he was going to keep holding him like that. Not that he was complaining, mind you. This was the most civil behavior he’d gotten out of Roy yet.