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indent It had not particularly concerned Gabriel that Faolin was in the city. He did not feel the need to restrict her freedom, and he doubted she would get herself into trouble. Of course, this ideology changed when he came across a scent he had just managed to give a name to. Phoenix; alpha of Storm. Furrowing his brows and dropping his body low, the young man soon found that the scents were entangled. Suspicion was bred into his blood, and his immediate thought was danger. On two legs, he trailed the scent, moving in a timely manner. If she was in trouble, she would think to call for help—and he had not heard anything out of the ordinary for hours.
indent Soon enough, the scents led him to a door. It opened without much effort, and the yellow-eyed hybrid moved on quietly. He had long ago learned to walk softly. Ahead of him, there were noises; a girlish giggle (Faolin), the faint noise of springs, a masculine tone. Gabriel froze in his tracks. The suspicion turned into anger and it began to rise in his blood, filling him with a burning sensation. Another feminine laugh and his lips pulled back, baring ivory fangs that had been cut on the throats of more wolves then he would ever admit. There was madness in his blood, murder in his blood, hatred in his blood. Reason left him in the face of a sudden impasse—and suddenly his mother was screaming in his head. FINDHIMKILLHIMKILLKILLKILL
indent And as if a spark had suddenly sent him into life, Gabriel moved like quicksilver. He was upon the two in an instant, a flash of goldenrod and near-black, yellow eyes burning, voice a terrible roar. There were no words, but the message was clear. One arm pushed Faolin away, the other went for the male. He’d destroy him and his empire if that was what it took. No man had right to lay his hands, his scent on her.
indent Soon enough, the scents led him to a door. It opened without much effort, and the yellow-eyed hybrid moved on quietly. He had long ago learned to walk softly. Ahead of him, there were noises; a girlish giggle (Faolin), the faint noise of springs, a masculine tone. Gabriel froze in his tracks. The suspicion turned into anger and it began to rise in his blood, filling him with a burning sensation. Another feminine laugh and his lips pulled back, baring ivory fangs that had been cut on the throats of more wolves then he would ever admit. There was madness in his blood, murder in his blood, hatred in his blood. Reason left him in the face of a sudden impasse—and suddenly his mother was screaming in his head. FINDHIMKILLHIMKILLKILLKILL
indent And as if a spark had suddenly sent him into life, Gabriel moved like quicksilver. He was upon the two in an instant, a flash of goldenrod and near-black, yellow eyes burning, voice a terrible roar. There were no words, but the message was clear. One arm pushed Faolin away, the other went for the male. He’d destroy him and his empire if that was what it took. No man had right to lay his hands, his scent on her.