C47 Sara

Sara's Pov

Victor struck, his claws landing on Jethro's back. Screeching, Jethrome stumbled forward, his claws raising in a panic of defense.

I howled and fumbled in a fury—light with gall at Victor, and pouncing at him even, and seized his arm in a clutch to hold him while Jethro scrambled with his feet.

But he was too strong and threw me off easily