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Iva grabbed Akari off the bed, holding him to her chest as if the pup would try to tear him away, her body shaking with fear. The black wolf pup scrambled after them, paws skidding on the sheets, and before I could react, Iva swung out with her foot and then her hand, shoving the pup off the bed.
It hit the floor with a dull thud and let out a sharp, pained whimper that made me wince. Akari’s response was immediate.
A piercing, heart-ripping cry tore from him, so loud and desperate it felt like it sliced straight through my skull. His little hands stretched out, fingers opening and closing toward the wolf; his face was red and scrunched in distress, and the sight finally snapped me out of the haze completely.
“Iva,” I called out to her urgently, already crossing the room in a blink
