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Nathan slams him face-first into the wet ground, snarling and spitting in Arthur’s ear. They’re both half-shifted, panting hard, and dirty from tussling in the muddy cave.

“Yield,” Nathan snarls.

The wind yawns through the treetops outside, scattering the full moon’s light at the mouth of the cave. Arthur’s limbs are sore and he’s fucking tired, but the dig of claws in his back makes...