Her stomach growled.
Her sire snarled
lowly, staring at her intently, as though daring her to speak. She
knew better. She tried to meet his gaze without showing anything.
Never show fear.
He chuffed at her, pulling out a
ration pack from his robes and dropping it carelessly on the ground
in front of her. A whole one. Callista kept her eyes down, holding
her breath until he left. When the lock turned in the door, she
grabbed the food, darting back to the corner, ears canted toward the
door of the dim bunker. Just in case he came back...
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