Page 35 of Witch's Exile
Got him, Sal thought with a predatory growl.
He shifted into his lion and slunk out the front door, rounding the side of the house to sneak up on his prey. I followed him out but remained on the porch, chugging the rest of my beer as I waited for him to do his hunter thing.
Under the darkness of night, he was invisible to weak human eyes. But I followed him with my aura and sensed everything as if it were all happening in front of me on a clear, sunny day.
The human had no idea he was there until Sal growled at him in greeting. He jumped up in surprise and hilariously fell back down again, helpless as Sal pounced and batted him around like a toy.
"Stop! Stop!" came the panicked screams. "I don't mean any harm! I'm here to help--ahhh!"
Don't fuck with him too badly Sal.I stifled my laugh behind my hand.We don't have any extra clothes in the event that he shits his pants.
With a reluctant snarl, Sal's massive lion began dragging him back toward the house. I swore he purposely went over every sharp rock and twig on the ground from the way the human bitched and moaned.
Like a proud house cat delivering its owner a half-dead mouse, Sal deposited a bloody, beat up Seth on the porch and licked his lips as he sat back on his haunches.
"Well now," I grinned. "Look what the cat dragged in."
