FROZEN BONDS: THE HALF-BLOOD'S MATE
They stood together, fought together, bled together.
Dag fell, his body collapsing into the snow. Runa was at his side in an instant, dragging him to the healers, her voice sharp with fear.
"Stay with me," she said. "Don't you dare die."
Dag's eyes fluttered open. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good."
She left him with the healers and ran back into the battle.
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Lyra felt her strength fading, her body growing heavy, her movements slowing.
She had been fighting for hours, and the enemy wolves kept coming. Stellan was beside her, his white fur red with blood, his breath ragged. The bond pulsed between them, weak but steady.
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