Alpha Brocks Mate
Magic wasn't just a faded echo of history; it pulsed powerfully within me.
Grasping my hand, the mermaid led me through the water, swimming just a short distance before we took refuge behind some fallen branches resting on the lake's edge.
"Why are you crying?" I asked gently.
She hushed me with a finger to her lips, signaling for silence as we observed the wolves hauling Brock and the old man away. Beside them, Grayson, evidently perplexed, sniffed around the perimeter of the lake, his distress palpable. I exchanged a glance with the mermaid and saw fresh tears streaking down her cheeks. It didn't take long for me to understand the unspoken truth; the sorrow in her eyes confirmed my suspici
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