Page 27 of Psycho Pack

Behind us, my pack follows.

Their scents carry tension.

Fear.

Rage.

They're ready for violence.

The Knight is dangerous.

Even wounded, he could kill us all.

Kill Ivy.

I know this.

But Ivy asked us to help him.

Ivy is our goddess.

So we will.

Fresh blood scent hits me.

Close now.

Very close.

My muscles bunch beneath my scarred skin.

Always ready to fight.

To protect.

To destroy.

But Ivy's small hand squeezes my shoulder.

Gentle.

Calming.

No violence.

No more blood.

It goes against every feral impulse branded into my DNA.

Rip.

Tear.

Kill.

But I'll try.

For her.

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