Two hours ago
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The heavy oak door closed behind River with a gentle thud, her delicate scent still lingering in the room. Heiko stood in the center of their bedroom, the stillness only a shallow veil over the chaos inside him. His hands curled into fists by his sides as he tried to shake off the shadowed edge that had clung to him since the day before. The primal fury that had come unbidden—twice—had not been his own.
It was as if something had reached into him and twisted the beast beneath his skin. And for the first time in years, he feared his own strength, especially after his beast’s answers.
His breathing slowed as he forced control over his mind link, closing his eyes and reaching for the one person he could trust without question.
"Greetings, Father. Am I interrupting?"
Kin
