Dragula

Yale’s pale eyes locked on the luminous yellow of his opponent, unafraid and determined. “Run girl.” Yale said without taking his eyes off the beast that had dared to intrude on their land. “I will free those that remain but you must run. Warn the other packs. Go!” He commanded. “I’ll deal with him.” He growled and then charged forward, meeting the monster in a clash of fangs and fur, the sound of ripping and snarling filling the air in a cacophony of battle and bloodshed. He didn’t stop to see if Caelum had followed his orders or not, he could only pray to his god that she had, and was now far from this place.

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