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on my private line. Subject is being followed

wo bloc

moving, my long strides eating up the pavement. The scent of her fear

e inside of my skull

and saw him. He had her pinned again

fury descended

. I didn't war

ripped him off her. He felt weightless, a rag doll in my grip. I flung him across the narrow space

n the grimy pavement. Her whole body was shaking

push himself up. "Who the

er him, letting the full weight of my Alpha presence crash down. He flinch

, I lifted my foot and brought my hee

one breaking echoed

piercing, ago

s, and my voice was a low, vicious

ver touch her, look at her, or even think about her again, I will

it in my eyes. He felt it in the air. Terror eclipsed his pain. He forgot to s

m one last look of utter disgust, then

nst the wall, watching me with wide, terrified eyes. She was afraid

s. It swallowed her small frame. My scent-cedarwood and winter air-enveloped her, a tangible

oice softer now, holdi

e saw the monster who had just crippled a man, and the man who was now off

she placed her small

olt of pure energy shot up my arm, straigh

't let go of her hand. I laced my fingers through hers,

dy open. I guided her into the backseat and

thouse," I

test, a weak, "No, I j

, silencing her. She was in no conditi

cavernous living room and into my master bathroom

it was warm. I took her other hand. The back of

carefully, methodically, began to clean the wound. My movements were slow

re, watching me, h

ed off the water and patted her h

with my fingers, forci

e. My own emotions were a chaotic mess-lingering rage, a profound sense of relief that she w

ice a low, rough command. "Y