Brandon wasn’t the one who shifted, that’s a relief at least.
But once again, I found myself bellowing and thrashing when Brandon reached for my neck, strangling and knocking the breath out of me. I couldn’t move. I could not even think of a way to escape, to live and leave.
I wished there was a hole just beneath my feet that would swallow me in this instant.
No… no—help me!” I forced my voice to be louder. “HELP!”
“Why are you looking for Zarion? What do you want from him?” Brandon growled. He removed his other hand from my neck and instead unsheathed his huge and sharp claws just a few inches from my face. He had all the chance to crush my neck into pieces, but he didn’t. He just kept choking and strangling me. Maybe he wants something from me, or maybe he wants to relish killing me
