This one's dedicated to you, Karmakat.

"Did they see us?" Manny asked, clutching Nikolas' hand as the lion peeked around the corner. He was still trying to catch his breath from all that running—well, fleeing.

"I don't think so, but keep your voice down,” Nikolas said, his eyes still on the street ahead. "They don't move fast, but get enough of them after us, and we're dead."

"There are worse things than death," Brad muttered the wolf. He rubbed the side of his head. His favorite shirt was torn at the sleeve, the fabric hanging at the elbow.

"What do we do now?" Manny asked. He couldn't deal with Brad's shit right now. There had to be a way out. Nikolas would think of a plan. He always had a plan. He wouldn't give up in this kind of situation.

It was that determination which made the rabbit fall in love with the lion. It would be the same determination which would save them from the horror that closed in on them.

They were hiding in an alley, but unfortunately for them it was a dead end. They would have to go back out into the street, and be exposed to their pursuers. The bright sunlight, once a favorite thing of the rabbit's, was now too hot. Too oppressive. The heat would sap what little strength they had.

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