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Oh. My. God. They were mine? My mates from the match.
Yet standing before us, wide eyed and clearly attracted to her mates, just as we were affected by her, she was afraid of us
Our little mate seemed to be a force all her own, strong and stubborn and a little wild. But now, seeing her vulnerable, her eyes haunted, her small body weak, every protective instinct I had roared to life.
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