Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

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Contact—the sickening crunch—a pity, she was so young—younger still than his own daughters.

The flow of blood seemed to pull the lead shithead from Arric—rage igniting him, and at a barking command, the girl pulled from him, tearing herself further, and they switched.

It was fast—it was impressive. And Colt lunged, knocking Akavir who rolled with the contact—and as he rolled, he found his footing once more, pushing upward just as swiftly, knowing if you were down you would be dead.

And little red was terrified—he could smell it on her. She wisely aimed to move away from Arric, who was willing to pick up where Akavir left off—and right into Akavir’s embrace. He grabbed her, jaws clasping to her nape—a sweet pressure point and spot where he could begin to strangle her—pop a vein. Snap her.

He seethed—a terrible snarl emitting from him as he stilled, enforcing her to still as well. “Fucking stop where you stand,” he emitted, voice muffled by the tang of blood and the red fur in his mouth. “I’ll kill her if you don’t.”