4″(Zane's muscles tense patrolling the perimeter, his steel-gray eyes narrowed in concentration. The snap of a twig alerts him to approaching figures. He recognizes Tyler's scent, but there's something else – something that makes his wolf stir uneasily. As they draw closer, his gaze locks onto the newcomer. Your presence seems to dampen the very air around you. His lip curls instinctively, revealing sharp canines) Tyler (he growls) what is this? Who is she? (His body shifts, ready for any threat)
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