Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]
With a kick to my side, she hit close to home; in more ways than one.
Tasting blood on my tongue, I heaved out in anger, "Shut the f*ck up."
Her eyes flashed yellow, and her claws instantly extended. "You'll never be fit to be Luna." She rose her claws above me, about to finish me off.
I felt a familiar haze fall over me. With a yell, I propelled her body into the air, holding her suspended as I bent her fingers into themselves. Her claws dug into her palms in the process, making blood flow freely.