Tamed By The Lycan Prince
I was in the eye of not just one, but two storms—the tempestuous skies and Boris.
Boris, not deterred by my readiness, launched himself at me with a force that would have bowled over any lesser creature. But I was ready. In a move as swift as the lightning that danced in the sky, I sprang to the side, evading his feral lunge. He landed against the gnarled roots of the ancient oak with a heavy thud, but was quick to recover, whirling around to face me again. His every attack was a dance of raw power, his movements fast and brutal, yet I remained elusive, darting aside at the last moment each time. My strategy was not to meet his strength head-on but to exhaust him. While Boris was strong and
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