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Underwater Creature

Author: Pamywrite
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**Elara's Pov**

"Silas, wait!"

I grabbed his arm before he could take another step toward the main courtyard gates. My fingers dug fiercely through the thick wool of his cloak, anchoring him in place.

He froze, turning his head to look down at me. The golden light in his eyes was blazing, wild and dangerous, filled with the raw, territorial need to ride out and tear apart whatever was threatening his land. But I didn't let go. I stepped directly into his path, my small frame blocking the doorwa
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