Fated To My Lycan Brother
Her strikes were swift and relentless, fueled by a mother's grief twisted by vengeance.
"My lady!" Jude said, rushing towards me, but I shook my head, signalling him to halt.
"I've got this!" I yelled, pushing past Jude's concern.
"Whoever stands in my way shall die!" Gloria yelled, her voice filled with fury.
"Likewise for me," I said, gripping my dagger tightly.
I pointed my dagger at her, noticing she, too, had acquired a weapon. I didn't know its origin, nor did I care.
I struck, aiming to disarm her without causing harm. However, it was clear that Gloria desired nothing less than my demise. She was intent on killing me.
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