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Moments ago, I’d wanted to kill her. Now a wave of responsibility blisters in my ears. The future of our kind rests on my ruthless brand of leadership. I thrive on preparedness, but my instincts are sharper.

We wait for a sign, the crunching of twigs, clinks of snares, laughter—anything.

“Is this part of the training?!” She asks. Her fur bristles with shades of dark turquoise I’ve never seen before.

"Now you listen and do what I say. The Hunters are no joke. They want our furs."

Her smirk again. "But they'll get our fangs."

I'm starting to like her.

Jan 1, 2024
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