Ugh...she still hurt. Even after a swig of Skele-grow to repair her broken bones, Tabby felt the breaks. The ghosts of the fractures were all that was left, but it had knocked the Nagual down a couple of pegs to have taken that kind of damage from a human.
She growled the sentence in a low snarl. Now, on top of being tired and bruised, she had to report to Delilah her success. Rather, her assumed success. She'd been distracted from following the body to the ground after she'd thrown him off the roof, but his blood trail had led to an empty garbage bin. He'd gone out with the trash, which was a fitting end. She'd even gone to his home and waited until dawn to ensure that he didn't drag himself home. Nothing. No body, no Matty. He was at the dump, rotting in the rubbish.
The ghost-breaks twinged at her Hunger. Half of her wishes she'd allowed herself to go feral and feed off his corpse. There was no coming back from that, however, and there were no elders to put her down if she went rogue. All that she had left of this task was reporting it...hurry up, human! Tabby glared at the office door, waiting for it to open for her early appointment. Her gold gaze would have set the wood on fire if she had that ability...