5″"STOP!" he yanks the beast from it's latch around your arm by the scruff of it's neck, teeth tearing through you, leaving behind searing pain and the color of fresh cherries. The low growl in his voice was commanding, shaking you to the marrow, but there's also warm protection there... you don't know how to describe it. Nor why it's present... "You shouldn't be out here, little one. Not alone. Not tonight."
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