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Archer held the last rogue by the collar of his shirt, tightening his grip till he felt the man go white. He had run at top speed through the packs, down to the rogue's den without even stopping once. It had taken him two hours at top speed, and he hoped feverently that it was enough time to save her. That it wasn't too much wasted time. He'd forgotten the last time he'd even gone so far, but the screams had kept him running through. He'd arrived just as one of them was starting a bonfire outside, and he immediately knew what it meant. She had gone into heat, and as it was popular among packs, the heat season was always best spent close to a bonfire. "Where is she?" He asked, his breaths coming out slowly, his heart thumping hard on his chest. "Who are you?" One of them asked, as he app