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Silence filled the corridor as she stood with her face buried in the thick fur at Jack’s neck. His fur was soft and fluffy underneath, with coarse hair on top, and smelled of pure Jack. Closing her eyes, she burrowed her fingers under the coarse hair to the soft and just rested against him. The rest of the world fell away for a few precious seconds. She knew when she opened her eyes it would all still be there. The blood-splattered corridor, the destroyed corpses and the silent, not-human soldiers. She didn’t care. Just for a moment she wanted to block it all out and pretend she was safe.
Claws clicked on the floor behind her. Lots of claws. Jack whuffed softly and moved under her hold. She lifted her head and turned, peeking out from behind Jack’s scarred ear. Three more wolves walke
