One is that I believe the beast will lose his control if he stays too long near the Sun.

The beast had lost its legs, but they'd sacrificed their own limbs, perhaps their lives, to do it.

The cramped beasts didn't lose the opportunity to leave their unsavory quarters.

It seemed that the beasts had lost heart and fled when word of their foul leader's death had got out.

Now that she's dead, the beast lost its connection to the world.

The beast loses all interest in the old man, who begins his long climb to the ramparts.

The old beast had lost its first bloom of energy by then, but she could not let it rest, not yet.

The beast slipped and once again lost its footing.

The jerk of the car made the beast lose his balance.

Camp maybe and let the beasts lose their strength.