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Tas
Tas launched himself at the approaching vehicle and landed on the hood with a thud. The talons on his feet dug into the fiberglass. The male behind the wheel opened his mouth to shout or scream—Tas wasn’t certain and only cared insomuch as the male sat in Tas’ spot.
Roaring with fury, he smashed his fist through the windshield. The glass scratched but did not damage his skin. The vehicle swerved to shake him loose, but he remained in place.
“Stop the car, you fool!” Rhododendron shouted from the passenger seat.
Juniper and Chloe sat in the back. The youngling breathed heavily, as if trying not to cry in fright, and buried in her face against her elder sibling. Juniper watched him with her deep chocolate eyes, trust shining through.
The male turned the wheel sharply to the left
