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She hugs his chest tightly, lying deep into it.
The snarling beast roars and bares his fangs at the girl and yet could not sink his fangs into her.
‘You’re a horrible Grunkle, can’t even stop myself from attacking my own niece! Dang it just let her go!’
His jaws hang open, his roaring deafening.
He's going to kill this girl, and she won't even run.
He wishes she could hear what he tried screaming out.
Dang it, he loves this kid and he can't even…
His left arm shaking as he clutches her, he refuses to let his claws touch her.
His right hand grabs his snout, the claws cutting into his skin as his roars gain a bit of a sorrowful howl to it.
And in his savage state and blank eyes, Mabel can see the fearsome werewolf’s tears running down its face.
She braces herself, watching him with sorrowful eyes.
Among the roaring, she softly whispers while petting him.
“I know you’re still in there, Grunkle Stan.”