"Wait, what are you..."

He brought his claws down, slashing across my forearm before I could finish the sentence. I screamed in pain as tears started streaming down my face while blood poured from the wounds.

"Hold still," he growled, maintaining his crushing grip on my wrist even as I tried desperately to pull away.

He pressed my bleeding palm against the electronic device, smearing blood across the screen. It beeped once, twice, then made a sound like something locking into ...