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SIXTY EIGHT
ELENA’s POV
I creep silently to the door. Freya has back facing me and my blade over her head. The situation is desperate. Fear seeps into me as I stare at the dire situation in front of me. Hunter has fallen on the ground and he stares at Freya in confusion. It is still my face he sees.
Time is not on my side. With just one stab, Freya can kill Hunter. I curse myself for having fallen for Freya’s trick earlier, if only I can shift right now!
“Remember this moment Alpha Hunter.” I hear Freya say and she moves to bring down her blade.
It is time to rise to the challenge. I lunge forward, effectively catching Freya by the waist and we both tumble to the side.
“Freya, no!” I yell, holding tightly onto her. She screams in anger, turns around and we come face to face.
I gasp.
Her face is melting, her skin is peeling off and blood drips from the raw skin underneath. I am staring into a nightmare.
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