Saved by the Alpha
I feel like it’s waiting for me, calling for me.
“I have to go,” I tell Gynith, and before she can protest, I take the cloth doused in antiseptic and dash towards the door, where the figure just smoothly slinks outside and out of view.
I burst out, determined to find it, whoever it is. I look around frantically, at first seeing no one in the abandoned hall, but then I see Madam Mara lingering at the side of the entrance with dried blood all over her suit. She’s twisting her hands in front of her, pacing the floor and muttering to herself. She only stops when I tap her shoulder, and I can see her visibly deflate with what I hope is relief and not despair.
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