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indent Perhaps if he had not been so blinded by rage, things would have gone differently. They might have talked, laughed about the idea, and parted ways. He might have crept up and slit Phoenix’s throat, left Storm leaderless and launched an attack then and there. Such ideas did not occur—Gabriel was a creature driven by impulse. The larger male rose unsteadily, pointed, and spoke. Gabriel’s response was a low growl, deep in his throat, wolfish. He did not know the older male, and did not consider him as a person. Now they were enemies.

indent An insult was tossed in his direction and ignored. Gabriel remained where he was until the male was gone, and then spun on Faolin. He grabbed her by the wrist and began to walk, refusing to look at her. Neither said a word as he made his way out of the building, made his way from that place and into the cold.




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