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indent Were life to be compared to a play, Aristotle’s timeline would have followed suit. This climax was simply the unfortunate end of one rogue male who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And thus he fell, as thousands had fallen before him, loosing control of his hind legs and snapping wildly at Hybrid. Gabriel moved at that moment, as if this had been rehearsed, and threw himself at the wolf’s side. The force sent him to the ground and it was there that Gabriel struck again, teeth sinking into the soft flesh where the eyes were held.
indent And as he stepped back, the wolf began to realize he would die. Blinded, he could do nothing but snarl and shake and wait for the end.




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