when the world beckons your approach
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indent His body ached from the week spent doing little resting. The attack had been sudden and unpredicted, and now Gabriel was assured that there would be no more. Anselm, in all his wisdom, had taken one of the wolves and thrown her in a shed near the abandoned house. They had realized Talitha was gone too, which meant someone had her—and Gabriel was furious about this. Still, he would do nothing rash as long as his daughter’s life hung in the balance. Ahren had disappeared too, but this did not concern the hybrid. His father was an adult, and his father had started disappearing long before he and his siblings were born.
indent It was then that a call for him drew the hybrid back the way he had come. The voice was just too damn familiar, even though he had never expected her, of all people, to ever come back. The doggish hybrid, on two legs while his wounded arm healed, made his way along the dirt trail that had been carved by the constant and seemingly never-ending patrols. As soon as he spotted her, a stupid grin broke over his face. At that point, a black mass erupted from her back and came towards him, and the raven let out a cawing cackle and pulled at his long hair. “You look terrible,” he laughed, letting go and settling on the Aquila’s broad shoulder. “Yeah, you too, asshole,” Gabriel retorted, and then closed the distance between himself and his sister. “Fancy seeing you here.”




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