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He managed to land his hit and knew the satisfaction of his jaws wrapping around the lynx's throat. The cat didn't yield easily, however. It twisted in his grip, doing damage to itself even as it lashed out a paw to strike his cheek. He was surprised when he took a blow to the cheekbone that did not carve open his flesh. Perhaps the cat had retracted its claws in its panic. Whatever the case, Peregrine was incredibly lucky. He seized on his good fortune and delivered a crushing bite.

The cat nearly gave him another swipe, claws fully drawn now, yet its entire body went limp almost immediately when he severed its spine with his powerful jaws. He growled savagely through the folds of fur and flesh in his maw, then spat out the cat's mangled neck and backpedaled a few feet. He panted lightly, glancing at Elwood to make sure his Beta was no worse for wear. Save for his smarting cheek, sore neck and throbbing ankle, the swarthy wolf had come out of this fight in much better shape than the previous one. The lynx hadn't spilled a drop of his blood this time.

"Fucking cat," he spat, repeating his earlier words. "We don't have to worry about it anymore, at least," he added with a note of triumph, his tail stirring the air. Peregrine sucked in a breath, then reached out a paw to fist bump Elwood. "Great teamwork, man."