FUELED BY HATRED

He sat with his back turned to his queen, tail thumping against the ground with agitation. "I'm listening." He said quietly. He needed to calm down, he needed to relax, just enough to hear his vital role in Morphine's plan. "They can torture me until my howls reach The Wall, they will never get your plan from my lips." He swore, turning his head to look at the female, the faintest hint of a snarl still playing across his lip.

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