Crack Sandwich

The boy first attempted to slash at its nose and eyes, hoping to hit it in a weak point so that he could keep it from grasping hold of him. He’d been grabbed before by a cougar, and as his heart hammered in his chest from the fear of the present and that past all at once, the boy failed to remember he was simply too big to be carried off like he had been when he was a pup.

He felt the sting of claws catch his chest, then teeth rending through the crook of his shoulder and neck as the cat sought to take hold of his throat. The boy snarled with all the rage and fear-fueled adrenaline in his body, trying to rip himself free before it solidified its hold on him.

And then the cat was flung away from him and sent into the dirt. Redrum’s ribs heaved as his golden eyes searched wide and wild for what he could only hope was his savior. His gaze fell on a large woman of black and blue, but he could speak no words as he huffed and winced in pain and exertion.