Deimon's eyes widened in concern as he approached Kate, her gaze vacant, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane. The aftermath of the werewolf hunters' attack had left her a shattered porcelain doll, the trauma etched on her face like a horrifying bas-relief. He could sense the echoes of terror radiating off her in waves, her panic a tangible entity clawing at the air. The memory of those monstrous hunters, their eyes gleaming with sadistic glee, their laughter echoing in the dead of night, threatened to consume her.Without hesitation, Deimon enveloped Kate in a warm embrace, his arms a sturdy oak sheltering a fragile wildflower. He held her close, his chest a safe harbor against the storm raging within her, his heartbeat a steady drumbeat offering a comforting rhythm. "Shh, Kate, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a soft lullaby compared to the cacophony of fear in her ears. "You're safe now. You're with me."Kate's trembling subsided, a flicker of recognition repla
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