THE LYCAN KING AND HIS HUNTED LUNA
Agnes’s scream tore through the air, a mixture of fear and desperation in her voice.
The python’s grip tightened, and Agnes felt a surge of panic. She tried to reach for her baby, but the snake’s coils were too strong, constricting around the basket as if in a vice.
“No! Let him go!” Agnes’s voice trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. She struggled against the python’s hold, her heart pounding in her chest.
And then, as quickly as it had appeared, the python and the basket vanished, leaving Agnes standing alone in the field, her breath ragged and her eyes wide with terror.
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