Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Mates
Not that it matters, since the small area means the shadow can’t get away.
Kian’s teeth latch onto the shadow being, and he yanks, attempting to tear it away from Amora. The shadow hisses, wriggling in his grasp and squeezing tighter. A small, feeble squeak comes from Amora’s throat—the only sound she can make. Fury sends a wave of shadow smoke coming off my pitch black fur, and I lunge for the tendrils around her body.
Snarls fill the air as Frost and Kian attack the shadow’s undulating form. I tear through the tendril wrapped around Amora’s neck, nicking her skin in the process, but the shadow being releases her with a startled, eerie scream.
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