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Cordelia took another deep breath, attempting desperately to calm herself, feeling her griffin form get closer to the surface. It was taking everything in her to keep it at bay. The feather tufts that were very prominent on her form started poking through her hair. "Neither did he." She hisses, venom in her words at the idea of her babies in danger. Cordelia grits her teeth, feeling the fangs start to poke at her bottom lip. "I don't know!" Noah was lucky that she loved him so much. Otherwise she'd rip his throat out.
Hell, she might still rip out his throat. Cordelia met Sah's eyes once more, shaking her head, "He'll be lucky if all I do is yell." She growled, feeling the hot flush of anger start to fade slightly even though it still burned hot in her belly.
