Excerpt: Homeschooled by Wolves

HustleCats oozed to the ground like a wet paper bag of shit, a noisy one that shrieked and clutched a ragged stump of bleeding pulp. Bits of flesh fell between his fingers and fell to the ground in soft plopping noises that could be heard when he inhaled between screams. Tears and snot streamers ran down his face and he rolled from side to side in agony. He looked more like a toddler throwing a tantrum in a department store than a supposed badass who had just taken a few tens of rounds in the hand, wrist, and forearm. Yeah, he wouldn’t be clicking a mouse and jacking off at the same time unless he learned how to do one or the other with a hook.