I listened, "Okay," but I still was concerned because it smelled like a lot of blood. I needed to calm down or I might fog after the guy who hurt her. My hands shook and Kyle ran up behind me, "Fight the anger, Jay. The guy didn't throw it directly at her. Chill." I shouldered him off and ran out of the house, wolfing out as I leaped off the porch, tearing my clothes. I growled and dashed into the woods, toward the town. Anger flashed in my eyes, pure rage. Not any anger or rage towards Rebecca but to the guy who hurt her. I shook my head and ran on, growling and barring my teeth as I ran.
Kyle watched him go, "Leave him, he will come around. He us not mad at you, only the guy that "hurt" you."
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