Novel & Cerita My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood

She keeps a close eye on everything but the experiment for me to keep me focused. "Meow..." A young cat's cry came from under the window. "Looks like there's a cat out there?" I said without looking up. I, out of the corner of my eye, saw Carolina walking toward the window, but I didn't care. I was staring intently at the changes in the petri dish until I heard a shrill cat cry. I raised my head and saw Carolina fall backwards to the ground. Her arm was oozing blood, and the cat that had scratched her had fled the window.

My wolf was still howling, the adrenaline from the fight pumping through my veins. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I scanned the area, making sure that there were no other threats lurking nearby. The rain was coming down in sheets, drenching me to the bone. I could feel the water seeping through my clothes, chilling me to the core. But my concern was for Catherine. I spotted her through the downpour, still in shock from the attack. Her hair was plastered to her face, her clothes sticking to her skin. Without a second thought, I approached her, still holding the anger from the fight. I lifted her up in my arms, her body feeling small and fragile against my own. “Are you ok

As though making up her mind, she suddenly hurled the cat to the ground and turned to run. Without a second of hesitation, Ian shut the car door. "Drive." The Porsche roared to life and sped after her. I was left standing there, choking on exhaust, and feeling utterly humiliated. Supporting my aching back, I stood up slowly. I felt both annoyed and faintly amused. What a mess. With a sigh, I walked over and picked up the trembling white cat. Two of its legs were injured from the fall. Its mouth was cut, and thin streaks of blood were seeping out. That explained why it couldn't run even if it was terrified.

His backhand sends me reeling into the wall, stars exploding across my vision. “Enough playing around,” he snarls, touching his bleeding face. They coordinate their next attack. While one distracts me from the front, the other circles around. I see it coming, but I’m not fast enough to stop it. A meaty fist slams into my kidney from behind, sending fire up my spine. I cry out, my knife hand wavering. “Luna!” I scream as I see one of them grabbing my cat and hurling her against the wall. The sound she makes when she hits—a wet crack that turns my blood to ice—tells me everything I need to know. “No! Luna!”