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'The Coalition took Danny!' An ice sank into the wolf's soul. A deep wrath that set seagreen hues ablaze. Keona's steps were slow and measured, ears flat. Listening but not quite... Hearing yet. Nose flaring. Pacing the length of the scene. Checking for any iron in the air. Any sign of blood.
Even without finding any... Lumia was right. He was likely in danger. And the fury of the fact settled into her core. Enraged anyone would dare take Danny away from them.
Danny. Who cried when he thought she drowned. Who's howl had grown so much stronger. Who she met under the table in a storm.
Her head moved to a small nod. "We will," a quiet, icy echo of Roxanne's promise. Withholding a deeper, more violent decree. Keona would rip them all apart if she had to.
[/td][/tr][/table]Even without finding any... Lumia was right. He was likely in danger. And the fury of the fact settled into her core. Enraged anyone would dare take Danny away from them.
Danny. Who cried when he thought she drowned. Who's howl had grown so much stronger. Who she met under the table in a storm.
Her head moved to a small nod. "We will," a quiet, icy echo of Roxanne's promise. Withholding a deeper, more violent decree. Keona would rip them all apart if she had to.
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