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just grunts and keeps moving.
respect him.
sounds behind us fading.
guards don't follow into woods.
smart.
or stupid.
depends.
finally safe enough.
set Moon down.
gently.
always gently with her.
she is precious.
more precious than anything.
"Thank you," she says.
pats my arm.
warmth spreads from touch.
always does.
footsteps approaching.
tense.
ready to kill.
but one-eyed alpha lowers gun.
"Just us," golden-hair calls out.
he and white-hair emerge from trees.
both breathing hard.
both splattered with blood.
not theirs.
Moon rushes to them.
she touches golden-hair's face.
checking for wounds.
then white-hair.
