The Irritable OtherHalf.

In her head, Clea could already see the sheriff's fate if he failed to let go of Tarik. She could see his body flying through the trees, bumping into trunks and his bones breaking as he went.

That vision would've been a reality if the Shaman hadn't stepped in at the last moment. She came from behind, just when Clea was preparing to launch an attack on the sheriff after 5 seconds of waiting. The Shaman placed her hand on the sheriff's and said something to Sherlock. He stepped back afterwards. Almost agitatedly. In his eyes which were full of fear, was a tint of awe.

Not like Clea saw it.

Immediately the sheriff's grip on him loosened, Tarik bolted. Towards Clea, and past her, to his house. Clea followed.

He ran like someone deranged. He tripped multiple times, but every time he did, he got back up in a flash and continued running like he never fell. His right hand held his left arm as he ran. Blood rushed down it, coming from a gaping injury. Clea never caught up with him because sh