The Alpha's Runaway
I can't help the tears spilling down my cheeks, "Adal, Alan, come here, his sister came to rescue us."
Figures emerge from the bottom of the cell. They are tall, almost the size of Einar. They look a lot like my mother except that their hair is as black as mine.
"Alanna, I introduce you to your brothers," she speaks, "this is Adal, he is the older of the two by fifteen minutes," he introduces me to the first one and I shake his hand, "and this is Alan, the youngest of my children," I also he shakes hands, although he is a little shyer.
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