Arrant Nonsense

Well, I've spent a lot of this day looking for a snippet to post instead of writing. Which is really, really stupid. I will use the excuse that I'm still noodling ideas. Yeah. That's it. Noodling.

Anyway.

Steegman's breaths came in ragged gasps as I pushed closer to his face. Ropy strings of wolf saliva smeared his cheeks. He gibbered "Please don't" while Chrystal shouted "Kill him!" I barely had the presence of mind to take pleasure in the fact that this time, I was the one dishing out a panic attack. My jaws creaked open--

And cops poured into the house, yelling, Spence in front. They froze when they saw me. My tail lifted, my hair bristled, and I snarled. My prey.

Slowly, Spence holstered his weapon and walked over with his hands spread out at his sides. He crouched on my left, going below eye level. "Ben. I know it's tempting to rip this guy's throat out. I get the impulse. I do, okay, because I want to do it myself. But you need to stand down."

My shoulders bunched and my head lowered. Steegman turned his face away, quivering, while growls rumbled nonstop in my chest. No. He deserves to die.

Spence's voice was calmer than it had any right to be. "I don't know how much of you is in there, but listen to me. You kill him, while he's helpless under you? You'll lose a piece of yourself."

Willing to take that chance. My claws dug into Steegman's chest, and he made a high-pitched animal sound in his throat.

"Don't." Spence put his hand on my chest. He clearly had the balls of a lion. Everyone else had backed far away, pointing their useless guns at me. "You won't ever be the same. Not ever. I've seen it happen. To good men. Good cops."

Didn't care. Shawna's cries for help that never came resounded in my ears. He'd been laughing while he raped her. I'd at least make it quick. I had that much mercy left.

*sits back and waits for people to tell me how evil I am*