Breaking the Frame

My claws twitched, snapping straight out of the flat paper! I peeled my shoulders forward with a low, raspy grunt, tearing free of the printed page. Right against my knuckles rested the smooth, glossy paper edge of the book cover. I flexed my fingers, scraped my sharp nails right along the bound binding, and felt the thrill of pure power coursing through my joints. I am not trapped in ink anymore!