"Oh god," he stepped away from her, trying to put as much space between them as possible. He turned his eyes downward, searching for something, anything.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Little flashes of the night before flicked into his memory. The taste of blood. Tatum screaming. He shook violently but only for a moment. "A fuckin..." his voice was shaking. "A fuckin wolf..." He muttered to himself. "What the fuck did I..."
He shook his head. "How would you feel if your best friend got attacked?" he asked defensively, realizing he was acting strange.