Page 76 of Feral Omega

And she didn't even see my full face.

Did she?

Panic. I grab at my mask. Check that it's still there.

I have to get back to her side.

Protect her.

Duck inside the cave, hunching, crouching.

Omega is not moving, only breathing.

My teeth clench.

Can't let her bleed out.

She deserves to live.

Fought too hard to die here.

Fingers flex, reaching for her arm.

Have to get this right.

Scent of blood floods my nose, floods me.

Hunger ignites.

Fight the urge to lean in closer.

To taste.

No.

Fight back the beast.

She's not prey.

Not food.

She is mine.

To protect, to cherish.

Not to devour.

Not to drink.

Tear a fresh strip from my sleeve.

Press the fabric to her arm.

Brow furrows in concentration.

Must be so careful.

So precise.

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