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T he air rippled as Watcher appeared beside me.

Her scent was too much, too strong. It tore at me, wanting me to find her—claim her— save her .

Watcher’s hand curled in the scruff of my fur. They did not notice. The ones who mourned the girl with the pretty eyes and intoxicating scent.

One male pulled the body of another out of the ruins. Another went in and removed the dead.

There was a cry of frustration. A roar from the terrible beast, who turned on me.

“You stole her,” it growled, prowling towards me.“You put chains on her.”

No, not chains . They would put her in a cage, same as us.

Or worse.

She did not deserve that.

Another stalked towards me, but neither noticed Watcher standing hidden at my side. I growled, warning them to stay away. But wings opened up from behind the other male, dark and foreboding as he leapt into the air.

Watcher waited until the large beast jumped at me, claws ripping into my body. The winged male appeared in my line of sight, a dagger in his hand.

There was nothing I could do. I would not hurt them. Something stopped me from defending myself. Even my beast knew they were not the enemy.

That did not matter to Watcher, for he had them in his grasp.

He laughed as the shadows wrapped around us.

They were his prisoners now, too.

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