Through the mindlink, Timothy discovered roughly twenty Valerium warriors had infiltrated the pack house. After issuing commands to his own warriors, he turned his attention back to Harlow, who watched him with curious eyes.
"Are you using that mindlink thing?" she asked.
"Yes." Timothy scooped Harlow into his arms. Her slight weight surprised him—the little girl felt almost fragile, and he frowned at how thin she seemed. "Where’s your mother? I’ll take you back to her."
Timothy couldn’t abandon Harlow when enemies lurked nearby. Though he doubted they’d bother capturing a small child, the mere possibility of her being in danger unsettled him.
"Momma’s in the greenhouse," Harlow said, pointing toward the structure.
"Alright, I’ll get you there," Timothy replied, carrying the little girl in that direction. But soon he sensed something wrong. Someone was watching them.
His instincts proved correct when two beasts burst from the bushes, lunging straight at him and Harlow.
The rogues’ scent confirmed his suspicion—these were Valerium’s remaining warriors.
Harlow shrieked as Timothy dodged with lightning speed. She clung to his neck and buried her face against his shoulder while the beasts snarled menacingly.
"Stay down for a moment, okay? I need to deal with these idiots," Timothy told Harlow, simultaneously mindlinking for backup.
"No," Harlow whimpered. "I’m scared."
"Don’t be afraid. I’m here. Nothing will hurt you." Timothy meant every word—he’d die before letting these scum touch a hair on this child’s head.
But before he could set Harlow down, one beast launched its attack.
Without hesitation, Timothy shifted. Harlow tumbled onto her bottom—unhurt but terrified by the violence erupting around her.
She pressed herself against the wall, watching everything unfold while fighting back tears.
Timothy faced two beasts simultaneously. He wasn’t worried about himself, but the little girl behind him made concentration impossible. One enemy leaped onto his back, tearing away a chunk of flesh.
Timothy spun around and ripped the beast’s throat out.
This wasn’t something Harlow should witness—she was too young for such brutality—but he needed to end this quickly. He could sense three more rogues approaching. Just as he killed the second beast, all three remaining enemies attacked at once.
Outnumbered and badly wounded, only sheer determination kept Timothy standing. He had to protect Harlow.
He had to hold out until his warriors arrived.


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