I'll Bite Your Hand Off

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“No, no. He didn’t do anything…” She said, a small smile on her lips. Maybe she was overreacting…but there was something odd about him. As she was about to ask him what they should do with Loki, her phone rang. She looked at the text and her eyebrows furrowed together. She dialed Kate quickly, something had happened. As the dial tone buzzed in her ear she pulled on shoes and placed her hand in Fenrir’s cheek. “I’ve got to go see Kate. Something is wrong…I’ll be back later.”

She kissed his cheek and left the house.

Fenrir awoke to an aching head and a dark house. He sat up and looked around. He let out a groan.