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Thorne tackled the man to the ground with a snarl. The tall man swung a fist, catching Thorne off guard. All around them people were shouting and moving back, and some were fleeing the room. But there was only one threat Thorne was concerned with. He roared, the sound exploding around them. The tall man’s blue eyes, cold and hard, widened with fear for just a second before he punched Thorne again.
Pain lanced through his head at the blow, but Thorne acted on instinct, the way silverbacks fought. He beat down on the man’s chest with his balled fists.
“Stop!” Cameron bellowed, but the sound didn’t reach Thorne’s rational side. It was just noise.
Stop him. End his evil . . . The voices of the cave howled inside his head.
He was struck in a vulnerable spot below his ribs, and he grunte
