Blunt human teeth dug tracks, scraped an angry green crescent downward and nearly broke skin. Ayel let out a snarl and snapped his head to the side. He heard jaws click shut as he tore his outer hand free didn't belong to James, shouldn't have let him; Ayel knew he wasn't thinking clearly.

Clenched his fingers in short hair and yanked backward.

"Worry about your own."