Living Hell

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Dallas’ p.o.v. “Are you okay, Little One?” Daxton asks as we walk out of the Pack-house. Our Guardians keep an eye out for any Pack-member who might have a problem with the death of their former Alpha, but they hardly pay us any attention. “I am fine. Charna took control and I was along for the ride.” I say as I look at Darius to find the wound on his shoulder, but all I see is blood. “All healed up, Little One.” I hear Camus say and I look up to see that he is close to the surface. “I needed to heal my Human and make sure that you were all right.” Our Shifter halves push forward whenever we are injured, ensuring a speedy recovery during battle and in everyday life. Charna has done this for me a few times and I know that Darius can hear and see me, while Camus is healing him. “Thank y

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