House Eventide
His senses as a Beast were heightened and it was dizzying, making it difficult to get his bearings.
Yet, still he charged it, running like a mad man, his fur all bristling, his mouth agape, saliva drooling down his chin and chest. Tamsin knew, even if the Beast did not, that he was hopelessly mismatched. The Dain had killed every soldier his father King Oberon had set against it. Tore them apart like child’s playthings. Tamsin felt trapped inside himself, waiting for the pain. Waiting for inevitable death.
He leapt upwards, claws hissing through the air as he crashed into the Dain. He tore at the monster, biting into the ragged strips of rotten flesh, crunching down on brittle bone. But the
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