Max had caught the cat. Ryan heard the animal screaming and hissing. The boy returned in his bizarre posture with the screeching cat held tightly in one arm and pressed against his chest. He didn’t seem to care that the cat was scratching and clawing at him. He appeared indifferent to the pain.
Max stood up tall and looked up at Ryan’s room. “Want some?”
Hugo jumped backwards off the fence like a gymnast dismounting from a high bar. His landing was flawless. The two boys faced one another and transformed again. Postures leaning forward, arms and feet becoming claws…and faces contorting into something Ryan couldn’t identify…sharp teeth…black eyes tinged with red…
Max released the cat by tossing it high into the air. Both boys leapt for the cat, catching it in their claws and teeth.
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