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Dominic knew that running would ease her mind like no other thing, hence, he let her have some alone time while ensuring to stay within a range that he could reach her if she were to collapse.
He also noticed that her fur was sparkling white again and felt that maybe it was a sign that the curse had been lifted, that whoever was behind it, had just wanted the Ancient One dead and now that she had done it, the curse had been nullified.
At least, that was what he could hope and pray for. It would be terrifying if the curse would still be active and working, it would make her unsafe not just to her family but to the entire lycan community.
He couldn't afford that, the werewolves couldn't afford that.
They needed her, their archon.
The mage flew up in the air as the bird carried him on his back, perfectly fine. He kept darting his eyes to the ground and didn't even realize that he was keeping an eye on the white spot of fur that was dashing throug
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