This time, the Wolf didn't just growl, it growled, and Echo felt her knees locking into place as Pink Hair went flying backwards to crash into one of the refrigerated cabinets, then sag to the floor. A puddle was forming on the scuffed linoleum, and the edge of it touched her shoes. She could feel her hackles going up.

Enemy. Predator.

"Don't do that," she said, and her voice sounded thick to her own ears. Shit, not here! "You'll cut yourself or someone else. I think you need a hospital. Did someone do something to you?"

The cashier was trying to fumble the handset on the wall out of the cradle, but he was shaken from the sudden outburst of near-violence and he kept dropping the receiver. Echo wasn't hungry anymore. She should definitely stay out of Las Vegas if this was going to become a habit.

"They're going to call the police on you if you don't calm down."