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The coyote did not know how to react, being spoken to in such a manner. Normal Kaena might have snapped back, chomping at her own bit at the way Gabriel spoke to her, but this thing that had replaced the normally strong-willed Centurion could not react in such a way. It hit her like a slap in the face, and she drew back visibly as he advanced on her, her golden-yellow eye drawn to Gabriel's face for an instant, reading the snarl and then instantly refocusing on the ground, unable to face his anger. For a moment, she remained, half-crouched and turned away from him, as if fearing she would be struck.
"Nothing," she insisted again, now taking several steps back, looking at Gabriel with that wide yellow eye. She had struck him before, she had—and now their roles were reversed, and it was his right as the Aquila to do as he wished with his clan, and she was part of his clan. It was perfectly within his rights to strike her, and something the silver-furred hybrid absolutely did not want. It might shatter her, she knew—she might break into a million tiny pieces across the ground and dirt in front of his cave, and she could not be here anymore. "I-have-to-go-I'm-sorry," she said breathlessly, as if it were all one long, mangled word, and she turned to run, her feet carrying her fearfully away form her son as fast as they could.
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