Zarola and Neith.

We'd been hunting when the North Watch came.

Their glaring eyes probed as they awaited the command of their captain.

He sauntered up close, his companion beside him, paws as big as Zarola's. She stared at the Pantera, sniffing the air, no loger snarling at the guards.

I gaped at the man's luminous, yellow eyes... the ones like mine, meant to soul-connect to our companions.

By the look on his face, he was as surprised to see me as I was him.

My heart thundered. I'd thought Zarola & I were the last of our kind; our village slaughtered...

"Hello, Neith," he grinned.

What was this foreign feeling pulling me to him? Like I'd found something far more significant than I thought.

The confusion flashing over his face made me think he felt it too. But as fast as it appeared, he covered it up with a stealed resolve.

"Take her to the compound."

Everything turned to black.

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