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“We thought we were alone.”
“You’re not alone. Erik, you’re not alone.”
They were a beautiful sight together, Charles had always thought. He stood tall, and her graceful figure complemented him perfectly. Both were strong and dangerous. They could move with calm precision one moment, and in the next, transform into the force of fury in the middle of a storm. Her beauty sometimes made people forget what she truly was; Charles himself was guilty of that. He had forgotten, or rather overlooked, the obvious rage and fury in Erik and just watched Sarah's beauty and soft fur. But in truth, her elegant shape was that of a killing machine.
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At first glance, people didn't think much of Charles – just another rich man’s handsome son. But Erik had understood as soon as he saw Lottie's shape. He had felt a kinship the moment he heard Charles’s voice in his head, but seeing Lottie solidified it. Charles was more than what he appeared; he could be something greater. Erik had always despised those with dog daemons, but this one was different. The unconditional loyalty was still there, but the intelligence in her eyes spoke of something deeper. It made Erik feel that Charles wasn't just a kindred spirit but someone with whom he could share a bond. Yet, in the end, that loyalty had never belonged to him.
There was some truth in what people said: cat and dog people were just too different.