Zipper’s the world at large

Knuckles met skull, and Pat grit his teeth in satisfaction. This man was a stranger, he’d done nothing to deserve it, but he was a willing target for all of the frustrations that had built up within him over the past year and half. The directionless momentum, the cruel emptiness of loss, the shame and self loathing at his struggle to find the right balance. It all bled out of him through that violent connection.

The wolf pinned a predatory green gaze on their opponent, enjoying the fight it much the same way. This wasn’t a small defenseless animal to chase down and shake the life out of. It was something that would put up a satisfying fight.

Patrick moved in closer and hooked his knee into the man’s inner thigh, aiming to yank his foot out from under him as he pushed into his space. Get him on the ground, where it would be easier to land a few more punches.

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