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Yeller drew in a muffled gasp, almost dropping the rope in his hand. “This won’t be a good thing, Nat,” he protested, trying to return the equipment. Nat took the bundle, his heart fluttering. Maybe it had been too much to ask after all this time. Yeller pulled him back into a hug. “Why?” Yeller’s…
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Dallas went on forever. The suburbs started almost at the edge of the state line and made for a never nearing horizon.
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It was still early in the morning when Yeller emerged from the room with his pack. Sven followed behind him, his chest and shoulders wrapped carefully. The others had already laid out their packs and had shifted. Dietrich cocked his head at Yeller quizzically but didn’t press any question. Tereza’s Heat was still smothering. They…
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Yeller emerged from the bedroom and flopped down in the living room. He was tired in a content way. The sun slowly burned off the clouds. It cast harsh golden shadows through the slats of the blinds, illuminating the dingy interior in brilliant oranges and browns. Yeller glanced out to watch the rising fireball against…
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The sun had yet to bathe the horizon in its blanket of midnight blue and lavender. Snow plopped on the tin roof, creating a new patter to the sleet from the night before. Nat woke to being at the back, Sven forward in his wolfish form.
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Nat slipped into a deep sleep, only emerging when his body demanded other base needs. He slept on and off in the cave for the better part of three days. By the second day of his sleep, Hana’s wings had completed sloughing off. The group had taken the decaying matter far down the river before…
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“Yeller?” Nat asked, shrugging out of his hold. “Sorry,” Yeller mumbled again.
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He had been fighting off the pain as best he could. It was about the witching hour when he succumbed to it. Laying still was the best way; curling up, movement, it all tingled, sending saw blades of electricity through his system. God, this power mark is going to kill me. He told himself, gripping…
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Yeller stood out in the dim hallway. It was all he could do to bring his raging body back under control. He cursed out Cashia, swearing he’d get vengeance. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle. Trembling, he leaned his head against a door jam and listened to the light chatter…
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Yeller and Nat slipped back to the living room where the group was between sleep and dawn waking. Hana had been moved to a curled-up position in the armchair. Sun Hee was apologizing for trying to ditch her.
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