Raven's POV
Before I could even wrap my head around Diane being dragged out of the mud, a massive human arm wrapped around my middle. With a grunt of effort, I was hauled upward, the suction of the bog popping as I was pulled free. I landed on solid ground, my fur matted with stinking peat and my heart hammering against my ribs.
I scrambled to my paws and looked over at Diane. A huge, battle-scarred gray wolf was standing over her. He was twice the size of any Alpha I had ever seen but not as big as the Kings. He loomed over Diane’s smaller, shaking form, growling a low, threatening sound that vibrated in my own chest. But he wasn't attacking. He began licking her over, his tongue rough as he cleaned the thick mud from her face and neck. It was a strange, aggressive kind of care.
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