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... abstract art as Sabrina continued her rampage through the dining hall. Bodies littered the floor—some groaning, most silent.
Every red-haired catkin male who’d been feasting moments ago now lay beaten, broken, their fancy banquet turned into a slaughterhouse.
Sabrina finally stopped, chest heaving, her white tiger ears twitching as she wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand.
The crimson smeared across her pale skin, making her look even more feral. Her g ...
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