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... [His hands quickly tighten into white-knuckled fists, eyes wide and livid, lip curling in a snarl. He can practically feel his blood boil under his skin. He shakes, fighting to remain in control and not just tear up the Shelter and anyone he runs into.
They took her. They took her and put her to sleep like a rabid dog. She may be safe but she may as well be dead. His nails bite into his palm enough that he bleeds and that pain helps bring him clarity.
He breaths out heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose to push the wild dog back into the cage of his mind.]
I'll... talk to it. [And spend all day looking for her to calm the fuck down before he tries.]