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Stevie pranced through the undergrowth with a frown distorting her baby face. She had no idea where she was and she knew her coat was covered in mud and dirt changing the color to an eye hurting grey. Though what bothered her was the blood dripping from her ravaged ear. It had hurt immensely when the large creature had come at her. Being the little shit that she was, she’d gotten out of the situation by hiding in the undergrowth and later running.

Blood made a trail down her shoulder, a little more than half of her left ear had been ripped off. Stevie didn’t dare shed a tear instead the child lifted her chocolate head and held her mouth into a taunt line. Bright yellow eyes looked around her and then up as the first rain drop fell on her little head. A growl emitted from her small maw, breaking the taunt line from her face.

Only six months old and she was already disfigured and orphaned. Anger swelled in her breast. How dare her mother. Stevie felt her growl go even deeper into her chest. What was she going to do now? With blood still swelling from her ear she moved to the nearest group of trees and took shelter from the rain, the mud started to slip from her chocolate coat.

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Fleeing from the void had thrown him into the wilderness once again and he sought tranquillity as he once had known it. She was gone, gone, gone and there was nothing he could do about it. He was starting to feel it now; the weight on his too young shoulders. He shouldn’t be here, but he was and he was the alpha of Dahlia de Mai. He had never imagined such a thing would happen in the past, nor had he hoped for it to. Without Alexey he felt horribly lonely, and he was the sole guardian of his late aunt’s growing children and more so. Things did no longer look as promising as they had earlier when he still had the latte coated female to lean on when he returned home to the little family in Wolfville. Now the void was chasing him and he could feel the tight, black ball in the pit of his stomach stir. He did not wish to know what it was.

Surprise danced vividly within lavender orbs as he almost walked into the child that had sought refuge in a cluster of trees. Water Drops clung to his own golden features. The man adored rain and was soothed by it. It provided him with therapy he so sorely needed these days. The child was lost—had crossed the clearly marked borders and sought refuge within Dahlian lands. He watched the dirt that slowly was dribbling down her soaked fur. Another child—why were there so many children? He lowered his neck and peered at the little thing; guessing it to be half a year of age. Then the scent slapped him in the face and he could not grasp how he had managed not to notice until now. There was blood and a torn ear. Who would do such an unspeakable thing? ”Oh, poor sweetie, what happened to you?”