Had to rush this; crap post. ><
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Ephraim was no stranger to ambushes. He’d been attacked as an omega in the pack a few times, after he’d been cut—wild wolf instincts intending to drive away the strange-smelling boy. But he knew how to handle himself by now. His hackles stood on end as his lips wrinkled back, muzzle pointed toward the shadow in the alley. Out of the corner of his eye, however, was a white shape running toward him.
The wolf’s first instinct was to whirl at her, but his lips fell back over his fangs as he turned and recognized her. She greeted him, kind but concerned, and glanced toward the alley where the troublemaker stood—or at least he thought.
“Some some punk kid causing trouble,” the eunuch muttered. He adored puppies more than anything else in the world, but many lost their innocence heading into their first year of life; by scent, he could tell this sneaky creature was at that age. He knew teenagers had the capacity for cruelty, had witnessed it firsthand before, and this one hadn’t made a good first impression.
“I’m sorry if I startled you, darling,” he continued, smiling kindly at the older woman. He was about to say more, but a voice and footsteps behind them made him whirl and bare his teeth again. He caught a glimpse of the secui-formed rogue before she darted back into an alley again. Did she think this was a game? Did she realize that pestering two experienced adults in such a form was deadly? He scowled as her brown shape disappeared, and he turned back to the older woman.
“I’m getting too old to chase punks,” Ephraim murmured. He glanced to her, back at the alley, then made the slight transformation into a larger secui form. He looked large and intimidating now, bulky and powerful—though anyone who poked him would realize this form consisted more of thick fur and fat more than muscle. Despite that, he hoped that it would deter whoever they were from attacking, if that was indeed their plan. “Shall I be your escort?” he asked the pale woman, grinning in a silly manner. “Unless you wanted time for yourself, but wandering around in a steel forest such as this can be so lonely.”
And with any luck, they could get away from this rogue.
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