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Frank was tired. It had been a long day, full of disgruntled workmen, delayed lumber orders, and misplaced tools. Bryan, his foreman, had walked off the job and Marcus was still wet behind the ears. Things frequently went missing in Marcus' care, but that was the least of Frank's concerns. Growling as he walked towards his office door, Frank ran his hands through his thick mane, tail flicking behind him, his thoughts swirling into an angry tempest.

The late night calls, the poisonous threats, even last week's clandestine meeting. That had drawn some stares, but he made her stop, at least for the moment. Frank couldn't believe one moment of passionate weakness had drawn him into a nightmare so complex, he found himself second-guessing his second-guesses.

Opening the door, he saw something fall. Furrowing his bushy brows, he kneeled down to grasp a piece of paper. As his amber eyes scanned the hastily scrawled note, his face twisted into an angry scowl.

"How dare she!" Frank snarled, crushing the paper between his calloused paws. It was one thing to threaten his job and make his staff uneasy, but another to threaten his family, his wife, his cubs! He needed to talk to her, make her back off. If she didn't, he'd make her, one way or another.

Frank wrestled with himself, fighting the passionate memory of her lips against his. She'd innocently flirted when no one was paying attention, but it progressed much further. Their passionate tryst was the climax from months of pure frustration and longing. He had hunted her in his mind for so long, that he ignored her virulent ways until he was lovesick from her charms, though poisoned sick from the chase. For months, he suffered from his addiction to her; tonight though, this would come to an end, once and for all.

When Frank burst through the door, he expected to find her, surprised but aroused at his boldness. But as Frank's eyes blazed around the darkened foyer, he noticed the uneasy quiet. His tufted tail twitched behind him as his eyes fought to adjust to the darkness. He sniffed and was rewarded with the sharp, tangy perfume of blood permeating the room. He stumbled to the wall, searching for the switch, and as the lights flashed on, he couldn't stave off the moan that burst from his muzzle as his eyes landed on the horrific scene before him.

Crumpled on the couch, lay Ivory T. Shadows, the breath-takingly beautiful snow leopard. As thick blood pooled in a deep gash in her temple, Ivory's sea foam eyes stared unblinking into eternity. Frank collapsed to his knees, only able to crawl towards her. Gently pulling her voluptuous, spotted body towards him, he willed her to live, fighting against the inevitable.

Frank didn't know how long he stayed there, Ivory pressed to his chest, but even when the officers stormed in, guns drawn, he was immutable. Crouched there, his knees became soaked in Ivory's cooled blood. He clutched at her soft curls, oblivious to the events transpiring around him.

An officer approached him, questioning Frank, but the words were distant, echoing around him. Even as his powerful arms were cuffed and a wire muzzle placed around his jaws, he found himself unable to speak, unable to comprehend the events unfolding around him.

"Sir, you're under arrest for the murder of Ivory T. Shadows," they said as they led him outside. "Do you have anything to say?"

His lips trembled, the words escaping from him as he broke down. "I-I thought I loved her."