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As the cat's limb went limp in Glaukos' hold he dropped it. The movement made the cat yowl; it was that or the constant ripping of its belly by Kallik, or the broken ankle on the other side, or the panic. The thing was a mess of blood and pain and Glaukos felt triumphant even though it was not yet dead. He was bleeding, stained by his blood as well as the creature's, maybe even Kallik's own, and felt invigorated in a way that went beyond what was normal.

As much as the cat clung to life and fought back, Glaukos was convinced that the wolves had won. Mereo would be safe and Tamar wouldn't be set upon by the sulking creature — it would be dead and made in to a trophy, and together he and the auxillary would redeem themselves.

Glaukos paced around the flailing creature with a pleased rumble in his chest now. He no longer felt the threat of the cougar as it was sprawling on the dirt and reaching pointlessly for Kallik; he did not set upon it again and instead, watched as it suffered. It made him feel powerful; he was drunk on the sensation.