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Ultra

Author: Aminu
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Chapter 35

Aurora’s POV

I kept dragging my feet behind him, every step heavier than the last. “Seriously,” I huffed, “how much longer? My legs are about to give up.”

He slowed just enough to glance back at me, eyes narrowing. “You’re too weak,” he said flatly. “Werewolves aren’t weak. I didn’t think a half-human, half-werewolf could be this fragile.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, glaring. “Excuse me? I wouldn’t be this weak if I had actually eaten dinner last night—or, you know, breakfast this morning.” My stomach growled right on cue, and I threw my hands up. “See?”.

He stared at me for a moment—then laughed. Actually laughed. “Maybe you’ll find your inner strength… eventually,” he said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was a little proud I’d cracked his stone-face for once.

We left the bustle of people behind and stepped into the mouth of the woods. At first, it was just trees and scattered sunlight, but the deeper we went, the more the forest seemed to close in
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