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And quite suddenly, Halo received a verbal slap to her face. The expression in the Head Warrior’s face froze with disbelief at what she had just heard. Then, a belated chew or two, though it was mechanical. The splendid taste was definitely gone. It was extremely disrespectful of her leader to serve such a reply in front of wolfen company. Black claws inherited from the wolf filth of mother cruelly dug into the dead meat she was holding. They could probably see the steam leaping to fill her head with red rage.
How dared he! The muscles in her face tightened as darkness shadowed her eyes. Fucking traitor bag of shit! The woman’s arm moved on its own, pulling back in a slightly curved arch, only to pummel forth and let go of the bloody sod of meat that once had gone for a rabbit. It was on impulse, but her aim was perfect despite the lack of control, and lips withdrew to let white teeth glare at her target; her superior and leader. Fuck respect, she refused to bow to a dick like this.
She turned on her heel and stomped away, rage apparent on every inch of her body. How fucking DARED he saying she was fat. How fucking rude. The worst part was that, after her rage would settle, Halo would find that Ezekiel’s words actually hurt.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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