I get the text and jump up, shifting and bolting there. Staying in my wolf form, I break down the door and rip him off of her. I stand above her protectively and snarl, wanting nothing more than to rip this guy's throat out.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I cautiously inch forward, terrified of scaring her further, "S'okay, Em. I'm sorry. I just... you know what he did to everyone back there, and I can't bare the thought of what he almost did to you."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly