“So; the rumors are true … this nine-year-old, little pup-b***h can shape-shift, already. I'll be damned.”
The other one tries to tauntingly belittle Brianna...
“So, what; big deal. Just look at how ridiculously short those so-called claws of hers are. It looks like she could use a scratching-post to work on sharpening them; don't you think? … What do you say, girly; would you like us to have Santa Claus bring you one, next Christmas?”
Still reading, “No thanks; that won't be necessary.”
Brianna closes her book; then, slowly sets it down on the cushion beside her. And, before they can do anything; in a flash … moving seemingly as quick as lightning … she suddenly leaps up, and swipes her hands across the breadth of their massive chests … giving them no other choice but to awkwardly
