Unspoken current

Cain crouched behind the thick underbrush, his body shielding Lena's as he listened for footsteps. The scent of Lycans was too close, too fresh.

His lips curled in a snarl, a low growl rumbling from his throat— raw and primal. His fingers dug into the dirt as his body tensed, ready to pounce. Rage ...

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