and if that makes me crazy, then I am. j.
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indent The pace he had chosen was a fast one. Since visiting Esper Hollow, he had realized that there was nothing he could do. If his sister chose to assist their father, he would not object. Gabriel was the fighter, not the healer, and he knew his place. He had run most of the way, chasing away the laughing man and the accusatory glare of his half-sister. He ran because he needed to run, because he needed to escape the thoughts that were rising. As he ran, the sun had begun to set, and by the time he broke the borders his fur was set aflame. It was only then that the scent hit him and he balked—Faolin was here.
indent His momentary pause was kicked into overdrive and he rushed towards the scent, found it mingled with his sister’s, and heard his mate let out a yowl. She knew. The doggish hybrid slowed his pace and lowered it to a trot, panting as he advanced and managed to catch the rest of Faolin’s speech. “I’m here,” he said, pausing to take a great breath of air. “Where is Ezekiel?”





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