Too Late To Want Me: his reject, her rising
I could feel him in my bones, feel his energy threading through me, and the fear that had gripped me moments ago shifted into something sharper, fiercer—a need to fight, to survive, to claim what was ours.
The shadows circled, moving with an unnatural fluidity, eyes glowing like molten gold in the silver moonlight. There were at least six of them, maybe more, each radiating an aura of power that clawed at the edges of my mind. One stepped forward, taller, stronger, its presence immediately recognizable. My breath caught in my throat.
“Mother…” I whispered, disbelief shaking my voice. “It can’t be…”
The figure’s face twisted in a cruel smile. “It can, Mara,” the shadow said, voice low, resona
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