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BANG!

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BANG!

A hot, searing pain tore through her flesh at a blinking speed before she could turn around. She was caught off guard. She felt weak and vulnerable. She wasn't sure what happened shortly after that. All she felt was so much pain on her side at the inguinal. She could have sworn her heartbeat stopped at the mere shock. She has never been prey.

She has never been anyone's prey. She was always a predator. What attacked her? How were they so fast? Why hadn't she smelled it? What was it?

"Kaia!"

Why was she on the ground? The sky was dark and quiet. Where was she again? She could feel small, shaky hands pressing down to her side. A cloudy figure appeared in her vision, and she couldn't help but rasp a smile at the sight of Jane.

"Kaia! Stay with me!" She screamed, looking to her other side. "Tarzan! She's losing too much!—"

It took her a moment to realize why she felt warm and safe. She was, in fact, in the arms of the ape-man she grew to love.

It was funny.

For some reason, she can remember exactly how they met. What the day looked like, the scents of everything around her, the number of leopard spots she washed from her body, the color of his eyes, the number of breaths his beautiful lungs took when she pressed him down with her feather.

She was so scared back then but was in awe of something so beautiful. Of course, she didn't think him beautiful in an affectionate way. She admired him. He was insanely intense and graceful, like he made for the jungle. He was always so fluid, like he was one of the trees, despite his sun-kissed skin that she loved to lean on. There is wildness in him, so untamed and natural.

He was mesmerizing.

And there he was, trying to keep her awake with those sea-blue eyes. She loved them. But she was always a feline of short growls; she would rather die than show affection, to show weakness. But Tarzan seemed the only creature who somehow managed to see through it.

She could be in his arms without showing vulnerability, but she knew things didn't go that way.

BANG!

The next thing she knew, Tarzan lowered her to the ground, leaving his warmth with him as he left. All she wanted was to scream to him not to leave her. She was cold and scared. She still doesn't know what struck her. She still felt Jane's hands press against the wound, but she continued to stare as Tarzan ran for his father.

There stood a large man with a rugged appearance and a short, dark mane holding his rifle. It was smoking. She was never sure of him, but she knew at first that Clayton was someone to be wary of. He was large and intimidating. He was, in his way, a predator, and she was prey.

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