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“I wasn’t,” she supplied to him, not truly answering him and yet finalizing how far she wished to discuss the matter. His eyes sparked in annoyance—partially from her stubbornness and also from the mere fact that he cared.

When was the last time he had cared about the well-being of another?

She continued, requesting he stay while also questioning the others. The others… What indeed had happened to them all.

“Dammit, Towh—“ He started, but his amber gaze shot to another, the silver female asking Towhee who he was rather than him. His jaws clipped shut, his eyes swaying to the honeyed wolf that came next—a flash of something flitting in her gaze that he could not place.

His tongue stole over his lips as he fell quiet, despite the furrow of his brows as he squarely placed his eyes on Towhee and what she intended to say.