I pushed her away with a loud shriek, my skin tearing away as she fell away in shock. Her mouth was stained with blood, and her eyes glowed yellow as she growled up at me.
I grabbed my wound, gasping in pain and shock. I looked at her in worry, worry for getting my head torn off, before she seemed to regain some consciousness and held a hand up to her mouth in confusion.
I was used to lethal surprises, and I cursed myself for letting my guard down so easily. With a shaky breath, I looked at my hand that was covered in blood from my wound. I glared down at her as she looked at me in horror, and my voice sounded weak and cold, “Get out of here.”
Monica stood, her head shaking in defiance, “I’m sorry. I could help, I didn't know-“
“Just go away!” I yelled this time, and almost on the brin
