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There was a distinct distressing growl emanating from his mouth.

She closed her eyes.

Everything would be fine if she could open her eyes, except…it didn’t work. Nothing worked, no matter how many times she demanded her eyes open.

Noah gripped her shoulders and shook her violently.

As her head whipped back and forth, her eyes refused to open. Getting her lips to move even took effort.

Listening intently, she rasped, “Noah…” He paused upon hearing his name and stepped closer.

She felt his face next to hers, and his confusion made her confused.

Stumped, she asked, “Who are you?” He growled at her, and she let out a long breath, memories flooding her. “Ah, Noah…Noah…Noah.”

Her vision darkened, and she lost consciousness or slept.

“…cannot come in there just because you broke your toy. We’ll get you another if she dies.”

He growled in response to the voice. Why was she covered in blankets? Was he protecting her or threatening her? What was he doing?

More importantly, who died?

An animalistic-piercing voice growled, “Ren…”

Confused, she tried to turn her head but couldn’t.

“What’s wrong with her?” The loud booming voice demanded. There was a sense that it came from everywhere and nowhere. Didn’t she know him?

“Co…col…cold,” she chattered.

Her eyes found a face unlike hers. His high cheekbones and glowing eyes made him a striking figure. A picture formed in her mind of Noah’s eyes brightening and then dimming to a normal human colour.

Not important, her feverish mind screamed.

“Cold,” she repeated a second time.

The male carefully grabbed her limp hand. Upon feeling the cold tips, he frowned. His touch was gentle, almost tender.

His firm frown fixed with displeasure. Noah took her cold hands and breathed on them to warm them up.

Did she know him? His calm actions comforted her, and she bathed in his warmth.

“Cold!” he repeated slowly, stiltedly as if learning an unfamiliar word.

Despite Noah’s confused and frustrated looks, the voice on the speaker cursed and fired off questions. Then she heard, “Shit, the temperature is still set to zero. Goddamn freaky animals.” What did that mean? “Wait, I’ll put hot water bottles in the food shoot.”

When her male growled again, she almost smiled, but it pulled into a grimace.

At least her shivers stopped.

She felt completely numb.

“Stupid animal. I’ll turn the heat up so you might feel hot, but it won’t harm you. Put the bottles against her before she dies of hyperthermia.”

Noah let out a growl. “Ren?” Noah asked, looking as if he was unsure how a bottle could help.

“Yes,” she whispered in confusion, but even saying that was difficult.

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