His Straight Pet
“We got your back, Raymond.”
“Thanks,” I say, light warming. “Like the uprising fights?”
“Hell yeah,” Mara says, nodding. “You lead, we follow.”
The signal grows stronger, syncing with my heartbeat, guiding us through the dense woods. The forest opens to a clearing—a hidden Seraphin camp, tents ripped to shreds, wards flickering like dying candles. Fifteen survivors huddle around a glowing crystal, their light so weak it’s barely there, faces pale with fear, like they’ve been running for days. I step forward, light flaring to calm them, warm and steady.
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