K1A1 returned to the Inlet, her blue roan coat marred with dried blood and new scars from that indecent, nameless beast. She had been violated—raped for the second time and she could feel the result of his victory over her flesh festering in the pit of her abdomen. It clung to her like a parasite and over the next year, she knew it would grow stronger and stronger each day—sapping her of her much-coveted strength. The anger in K1A1’s heart had reached a paramount limit, and she bottled it inside her for the subject of Rurisk’s lust to feed off of like maggots to a corpse. Panzer devoured the hate inside her because there was nothing else.

Pounding through the thick brush, K1A1 breeched a clearing only to find Dögun standing over Shiraz as he lay dying in the dirt. With Macabre nowhere to be found, K1A1 stared hard at the both of them.

“Dögun. Leave.”

It was not a request. K1A1 demanded it. After all she had been through, the great blue mare was done taking orders. She walked closer to the colt and moved her cold eyes away from Dögun. He writhed on the ground, his pain obvious and critical. Placing one massive hoof upon the colt’s frail neck, she looked up to make sure Dögun had done as she said. If not, she would force him away with pinned ears before the deed would be done.

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