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 .:. He allowed the hobo to stop his foot. He felt the pressure through the shoe but it was nothing to flinch at. He looked at the male the entire time but let his mind's eye wander over the figure of the female. He felt strangely protective of her now that his blood ran inside her. �Make it back alive? Where the hell am I going?� His eyes were focusing back to the grey they normally were, the whites fading back. His fangs still remained out, his stance still dominating. Maybe Hobo Sam hadn't heard Zeth. Ashena was his. That meant he had all rights to her and, above all, was sworn by coven to protect her. But he doubted the hobo knew anything about covens. Why did he keep saying every hobo had his day? Of course they did. Everyday was a hobo's day if he was alive. Zeth snarled again, just for good measure. .:. |