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The hybrid woman was inside of her dwelling, seated on the raised part of stone that served as her sleeping area. Her crumpled and tattered blanket as well as the newer one she'd had Vieira fetch from the city lay beneath her, and in front of her she had both the pale purple dagger and the collar. She'd left the heavier chain where it was, and she remained motionless, her single eye focused on the items before her, her ears folded at half-mast. The hybrid woman was not thinking of Astaroth as she usually did when she was looking at the knife; her mind was focused on Haku, as it had been for the past three months. Now, there was something different beginning to arise within Kaena; it was frangible and just barely there at first, but in the past days it had grown stronger, a faint flame of anger beginning to burn in her chest for Haku. She wanted to stick his head in the collar and hold him there; she wanted to starve him and beat him and rape him for days, and when it was all over and done with she would plunge that dagger right into his heart and shatter it on the cold stone thing that was the monster's heart.
These thoughts ran through her head, perseverating through her mind again and again until she saw nothing but blood. She would have vengeance—someday. The fear was still there, far more powerful and apparent than whatever courage anger granted to her; it held her firmly where she was in Inferni. Alone, she did not know that she could best him—if she did, it might only be by the virtue of luck once more. The hybrid woman's head snapped to attention at the sound of a voice; she had missed Vieira's approach and entrance entirely. The silver-furred Lupus immediately started for the entrance of the cave; she did not think anything was wrong, otherwise Vieira would have been far more alarmed, but the tawny-furred woman appeared rather shaken, her large yellow eyes even larger than they usually were. The coyote woman did not respond to Vieira; she only trotted quickly from her cave, peering about for Gabriel until she spied him in the distance, standing next to what appeared to be a kill. Wonderful—the coyote woman broke into a trot, slowing as she approached her son. She didn't need to be told what to do—immediately she reached down to sink her teeth into the deer's hind leg, leaning her weight backwards to tug the carcass toward home.
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