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twined beneath th

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ess, Aide

moans out in pleasure. He buries his neck in her shoulder inhaling her scent instead he catches a whiff of another scent, he turns around and notices a retreating figure. Amelia, Lyra's wolf ran with everything she had, her paws barel

er of trees as Myra reappeared, trembling and breathless. The air was cold against her bare skin,

wrapped her arms around herself weakly, her body exposed, vulnerable,but she was too mentally drained to care. Her heart ached with a sharp,

mother died, she

ong with her daughter who was nearly the same age as her. From that moment, Myra had stopped being a

, watching from the sidelines as another gir

nto... the only thing that had

supposed to love her. Ch

be her life was about to change. She remembered his touch, the warmth of it, the way it awakened un

t was fate. But fa

omehow, she became

only be

eaking as tears slid down her cheeks,

Lyka wa

ife really w

fore it turned empty, almost lifeless as it e

he muttered, her voic

to creep into her skin, forcing her to move. Her body ached as she pu

f quickly before making sure she was fully covered. Only then did she step out from the trees and begin walking back toward the

r head down as she made her way

ter M

her. She froze before

th relief the moment he saw her, and without thinkin

lvi

her clothes. "Sister Lyka said you'd be gone f

y, his expression sad, lik

gently, brushing his hair ba

, still loo

forcing a small smile, "I'll freshen up,

d lifting instantly before he

ment before lifting her gaze,

harp and unyielding. Myra didn't answer imme

anded

her expression bright and carefree, she showed the hickey

e said finally, her voice flat.

ced, but she didn't wait

in my room," she added

e walked off, her steps steady desp

an exhaled and

e as obedient as

kin

riefly befor

invitations h