Bab 43: | Anywhere But Here

The battle was brutal and dirty. The two wolves piled into each other, biting and clawing, anger and hate driving them on to greater and greater violence.

Jack broke clear of Tabitha and strayed too close to the old man. A shriveled hand darted out at him with a knife but Jack turned and snapped at the old man's fingers, crunching through fragile bones. The sound of screaming rang in his ears, and Jack grinned as he moved away.

Jack tasted blood in his mouth; what he craved. Why was it making him feel so sick? Suddenly he was being grappled to the ground, huge claws scraping at his chest. He sank his teeth into Tabitha's shoulder and tore ravenously at the thick flesh. But his opponent bit back, harder, sharper. Jagged teeth sliced into his neck. Dots of crimson misted his vision.

'Holy hell,' Amon swore, as Marcie threw open the back door of the apartment. 'What the hell … ?'