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She’d laughed when her hippy friend had called him her spirit guide. Surely that was some mystical being, not a big black bird, which woke her up with his squawking every morning, and kept anyone at bay he didn’t like the look of. At least Becca assumed the raven was male. He certainly acted territorial enough.
Apprehension made her swallow hard, and she blinked back tears, as last night’s event came back at her in their full Technicolor glory. Without him…she wouldn’t be here today. It had been a mistake to walk home late at night. Knowing her raven was near had given her a false sense of security, until the shadows had merged into the menacing figures of her attackers. Without her raven…god was he hurt? Was that why he wasn’t here?
She gasped when she looked outside again. That sure explained a few things.
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