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*Phoenix POV* My chest is heavy, the feeling of asphyxiating is growing. I take short sharp breathes, I feel like my throat has closed over. Tobey's howls of pain only lessened by my growls and snarls. The blood has soaked his clothing and now is starting to run onto the floor. I know it is not right to blame him but I cant release my claws. The pain in my heart is blinding. I have lost count of the amount of warriors I have sent to the ground as they try and rip me off Tobey. The urge to rip out Tobey's throat nearly over whelms me. I am trying to gain control but my wolf is wild and I am not doing much better than him. Alina, she left me? She ran away from me? I thought we were good. How could she play me like this? She had a chance to reject me but she couldn't, how could she le