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After Leash
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Luke tried to still his body, but his wings kept moving without consulting him first, twitching at the tips and unfolding just to tense up again. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, in-two-three-four, out-two-three four. He hadn't been this agitated in...
"Damnit, Regine, those are my students out there. I have to go. I have to help them!" He'd just gotten a report of another one dead, and a whole team of former cy'Lucas was about to go into the most active war zone on the planet.
"No." Regine's voice was icy, beyond calm and into inhuman. "You need to protect Addergoole. That's what you agreed to, and that is what you are going to do. Tempero Intinn Luka Hunting Hawk..." The Working had taken over his mind, and he'd lost both volition and memory of the scene.
He hadn't remembered any of that until a week ago, not the time he'd actually been standing by the door with his weapons in hand. He'd remembered being angry -- but he hadn't remembered being stopped, turned around. She hadn't wanted him to remember.
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Luke tried to still his body, but his wings kept moving without consulting him first, twitching at the tips and unfolding just to tense up again. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, in-two-three-four, out-two-three four. He hadn't been this agitated in...
"Damnit, Regine, those are my students out there. I have to go. I have to help them!" He'd just gotten a report of another one dead, and a whole team of former cy'Lucas was about to go into the most active war zone on the planet.
"No." Regine's voice was icy, beyond calm and into inhuman. "You need to protect Addergoole. That's what you agreed to, and that is what you are going to do. Tempero Intinn Luka Hunting Hawk..." The Working had taken over his mind, and he'd lost both volition and memory of the scene.
He hadn't remembered any of that until a week ago, not the time he'd actually been standing by the door with his weapons in hand. He'd remembered being angry -- but he hadn't remembered being stopped, turned around. She hadn't wanted him to remember.
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