As I stepped toward it, ready to kill it with my bare hands, my foot slipped on something liquid across the tiles. The floor was covered with drops of blood.
My blood.
A dark, uneven river ran down the left side of my T-shirt and shirt, along the left leg of my pants.
I felt no pain at all.
But it would do no good if I died trying to kill that black monster.
If it had hurt my wife—and intended to hurt my children…
“You shouldn’t have done that,” the feline creature hissed, hunched over.
“You shouldn’t have messed with my family in the first place,” I replied.
I moved before it could leap and dragged a chair from the dining table with force. Spinning it on its four legs, I lifted it and hurled it at the creature. Its eyes widened when it saw what was coming, and the blow landed so p
