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never stopped.
we stare at each other.
predator recognizing predator.
his scent is strange.
sickness fading.
something else beneath.
something familiar.
blood.
steel.
winter.
Vrissian.
like gods at lab.
like Moon.
but not like Moon.
moon is moonlight and sweetness.
she is gentle fingers in hair.
this alpha is death and pain.
cold eyes calculating kill.
like me.
but weaker.
"So," sick alpha says. "Just you and me."
stare.
wait.
"You understand what I'm saying, don't you?"
still stare.
"I know you do. I've seen you respond to her."
her.
Moon.
Cosima.
even her name in his mouth makes anger rise.
