He grunted, tugging his fangs free, but not removing his arm where it was locked around my waist. He moved his face close to mine, his teeth bared, making real fear push into my veins. In that moment, he was a wild animal and running from him was impossible. We were stuck together for the next twenty minutes, and I knew for a fact he’d done this on purpose. He waved his hand to cast a bubble of silence around us and anger pierced my chest.