Duncan walked slowly backward, hands in front of him. As if it was his way of trying to ward her off.
"Come on Esmeralda," he said, panic in voice, fear in his eyes. "This is isn't the way you solve problems. Murder never did anyone anygood. Come on, you want to fuckin' murder me? Like I told you, you should of told me you wanted me to marry you before you laid out . . . I mean, consented to intercourse (Duncan had wanted to be a lawyer). You can't expect a sixteen year old to marry you, I mean, your not even damn pregnant. Esmeralda?
He stared at the giant wolf, to see if she could comprehend.
Esmeralda advanced again. Duncan tripped on the leg of the bed, falling backward onto it, with a double "Boing" from the bed.
Esmeralda pounced on top of him. The bed gave out.
Duncan felt as if he was being crushed, like a car at a scrap yard. It was only for a moment, then he screamed in pain.
Esmerelda had ripped a huge piece of flesh, nerve, and muscle from his shoulder, with her drooling fangs.