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He was trailing Crowell, though keeping close—if the man turned on him instead, it would give the girl a chance to escape his clutches. The wolves broke free from the forest and galloped over the open field, and the seabreeze hit his nose like a blow, cold and pungent.

Hex blinked the windblown tears from his eyes, beginning to gain on the pirate. He was within pouncing distance when he noticed Chani had slowed, then stopped—

And proceeded to hurl herself over the edge and forfeit her life to the watery maelstrom.

He felt as if he'd been struck in the solar plexus, the wind going completely out of him. He barely made it to a halt himself, paws grappling for purchase as he lurched precariously upon the end of the world, looking down at the disturbed water below.

No, Hex gasped, shaking his head. Not her. Not this. No!

Slowly, he turned to face Crowell, his expression shifting from grief and disbelief to something akin to hatred. You— 

He charged toward the older man with a strangled snarl, teeth bared and blood in his eye, seeking violence.