Mate Rebound
I pressed against the trunk of an evergreen, feeling the peck of the bark as it bit against my back, my heart pounding and the hum of the key pulsing against my thigh, my purpose stark and clean: get it to Elara, show it for what it was, its power to shatter the Alpha’s grip, save us all from the monster we had unleashed.
The door to the safehouse creaked open, Elara silhouetted by the golden light of the lantern, auburn hair gleaming in the light, hazel eyes sharp with wariness, Damien next to her, the hardness in his dark gaze softening as his eyes found her. “Sabrina?” Elara said, a mixture of hope and doubt in her voice, hand on her sword as if she suspected she might need to draw it. I
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