Page 3 of Fighting Furry

“He 'tacked me,” I said, each word heavy and difficult to say. “Bit. Me.”

“She's a human,” a woman said. What the hell was wrong with these people?

I took a step back and wobbled. “Bit. Me.” I said again. I just couldn't get over it. Who the hell bites someone like that?

“You bit her?” A male voice asked. I didn't know which man, because I'd looked down at my leg and it was really bloody. Was it bad for it to be pumping blood like that?

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” That sounded like my attacker, but I couldn't be sure because my vision had become a small pinprick focused on the red of my blood. I tilted and started to fall.

Strong arms wrapped around me before I hit the pavement and I struggled against them. Even in my sluggish state, I knew this was very, very bad. “It's okay, sweetheart,” a husky male voice said. “You're okay.”

His words might have been more settling if my attacker wasn't still chanting “Shit,” in a panicked voice and someone else wasn't asking, “what the hell are we going to do with her?”

“We'll take her to Axel,” the guy holding me said in a calm voice. “He'll know what to do.”

I tried to fight him off, to get out of his arms, but I was too weak and I was losing my grip on consciousness. I struggled against it, struggled to get out of the darkness pulling me under. My last thought, as my world went black, was, This is a shitty way to die.

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