razorblade inside my soul
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indent The cold bled through his feet, along the length of his arms, but did not reach his chest. Something was burning in his belly, hot-cold like iron, thick, heavy. His head was low, ears forward, eyes narrowed and dark. Gabriel felt nothing but rage; which had been all he had been able to feel for much too long. Before he had killed his half-brother. Before his daughter had been raped. Perhaps as long ago as when his brother had died, screaming, before his eyes.

indent Hybrid’s body came at him, and Gabriel turned, braced himself and took the blow without moving. His head whipped around and sought out the neck. Both hind legs moved, pushed him forward for this motion, and one front paw struck out, aiming to assist him in taking the smaller man down.




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