The Bitten Queen
She tried to roll, to run, to escape—but another strike sent her sprawling onto the forest floor.
Her strength ebbed with every passing second. Branches scraped her face, her chest heaving, her blood soaking into the dark soil beneath her.
Somewhere close, in the underbrush, rustling. Not Aaron. Not entirely. Whimpers and low voices—controlled, deliberate, not panicked. Something, someone, was watching.
Louise’s vision blurred. Her body refused to respond. Pain and exhaustion pulled her toward the edge of consciousness. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the gleam of teeth in the moonlight and the shadows of something moving closer through the forest.
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