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Mick screah his brain Terror was a living thing, clawing its way out of his chest, fighting against the bonds of the Eye

Accept Give in Or you will die

How could he cal breathe!

If you are dead you will be of no use to your Liza

Mick tried to cal heart and reached for his wolf For the Pack, my brother We must do this for the Pack

He held still and waited

Centuries passed until he had all but forgotten his naony

And at length the pain eased His liain, stiff and aching from the partial shift Mick opened his asp for breath So

Not dead then, he thought vaguely

Breathing was good It eased the pain in his chest As he lay there, he came aware of hands wrapped aardly around his shoulders, his head in a lap The weeping woman

He wanted to reassure her that he was all right, but speech seemed beyond his abilities just now

“What did you do to him?” she snarled at someone

He recognized that voice It pulled at so hot and possessive inside him

“Dee to Mick, I’ll find a way to make you bleed”

He knew that voice too Boory Somehow short And the na