Something brushed against his mind, like honey-drenched fingers running over a surface in search of something. Cameron remembered this feeling. It didn’t hurt yet, but it would soon. He focused his anger and his rage and he shoved, adding a physical punch to the attack.
Gary staggered back, rubbing his jaw. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that, kid. You’re going to pay for that one.”
Jason stepped in and wrapped one hand around Gary’s neck and started to squeeze. Cameron watched as Jason’s arm got hairier, and listened as a long, low growl filled the room. “Get out of here, Gary,” he told his mother’s accomplice, while Jason squeezed. “Don’t come back. We’re not going to be so polite the next time.”