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Trein had Ritch on his knees in front of him, his face swollen and blood trickling down his neck where Trein’s claws dug in to the vulnerable column. Two other Tigers held my mom and brother in the same position. Panic nearly swamped me, and it took everything I had not to attack.
It would only get them killed. I had a split second to hope Wilbur would know not to attack, but that was it before I focused in on Trein.
Buy One, Get Two and Three, Chapter 59, by Carol Pedroso
Two months later
“Are you sure you’re not rushing into this?” Daniel asked for the tenth time making Silas roll his eyes.
“Bro, we’ve spent our lives either rushing ahead of our peers or being held captive. I nearly lost you not long ago and it brought home to me that we need to grab every moment because we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I know Oliver loves me and I know I can trust him. I also know I love him and I need him. He stills the restlessness in me.
The Sheriff #21 (6.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
After a while, Dustin was beginning to wonder if Jordan’s big plan for tonight was to take the scenic tour of Tucker Falls. It certainly appeared that way, at least from his perspective. Jordan was driving randomly around town. He stopped occasionally, but only at some convenience store, and only to get more beer. Dustin was growing more and more frustrated at the way this evening was headed. He wanted to get rid of the two in the back seat and get down to other business. They didn’t seem to mind the extended drive. They were laughing and drinking, making stupid jokes that Dustin did his best to ignore, and they tossed the empties out the window without giving any thought as to who they might hit.
As the shadows of night began to blanket Tucker Falls, Jordan left the main drag and began to wind his way through various residential areas, staying away now from the brightly lit business districts. Dustin began to think maybe he should just ask to go home, call it a night, and try again later.
Angel of Mercy by Avery Dawes
Henry left the injured soldier resting against the tree. He wanted to turn, look back at Emory, but didn’t want to appear desperate. Focus on the man’s health and well-being, not his physical attributes.
Henry jogged the last hundred yards to his farmhouse. Taking the stairs two at a time, he reached the armoire in the hallway outside his bedroom. He pushed aside an extra quilt to locate his first aid supplies, and grabbed some linen fabric strips. These would suffice as bandages. He then took an unopened jar of salve off the shelf. He’d been lucky of late.