Claimed by My Bully Alpha
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes, those usually bright, stormy-blue eyes, looked duller now, drained.
Avery’s lip trembled. I turned to look at her, and in that moment, I swear, her heart broke out loud. “It didn’t work,” she whispered, voice cracking, and she crouched beside the unmoving turtle with her hands hovering, unsure if she should even touch it. “I thought—I thought it would work…”
But before any of us could say anything to comfort her, there was a twitch. Just the tiniest spasm in the turtle’s back leg. Avery froze, her breath hitched.
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