The King's Mate

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Rania

the muscular man who was standing and staring a

favorite lemon and mint tea. She was wearing a white sundress that fl

e woman had an aristocrat aura that was purely intimid

rties by undeniably st

puffing his stale tobacco while looking at the mo

ation was visible in her voice which was dir

r – she shuddered but she composed herself and raised he

asized every word and tried to make her understand his point – but his f

red her throat. Her desperation was getting out

hirt and dark blue denim pants that fits perfectly in his entire body. He had this abnormal muscular size – one that rad

one last draw left and we needed her to execute it." Rania reminded him

d gently and remained silent – still thinking t

at

n she was cut off by the huge wood

daughter, Shahara, told them wit

t down his tobacco on the ash tray that was lying on the table lamp and looked directly at her daughter's

and based on their daughter's face who was nodding disap

*

Tamar

to God knows where – ignoring every sharp branch and vine that

fearful rogue's eyes – her own reflexes told her to instantly run, and she immediately did.

he almost couldn't comprehend why and how. Her mind was spinning as her fo

sweat in her forehead that streamed down to her cheeks – her extens

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follo

took a deep breath as she placed her bot

ilence and the night's darkness. The hooting of the night owl stopped a

in easing down her maddening

ntinued walking in her unknown tracks when in a spl

re evident as it maddeningly s

d her breath – her heart beat speed up int

dirty white fur. He was the largest among those other four wolves – making it hard for her to forget. Her deadl

took one slow step behind. Her legs began to crumble, but she never looked away from the massive beast'

She wanted to run, but how? She might just face her dr

racing the sudden impact that it might've caused her. But then, another large wol

s warning towards massive wolf. Its long s

shock but also ama

slowly nodded her head, as if telling h

'thank you' and 'sorry' bef

hile she was running madly fast. She c

n't even protect herself nor had the strength to fight but that wolf with an

to her parents. She needed to because that was what she promised. She need

herself but to find out the truth and gave just

filled the cold wind that was brushing her skin. She was silent

by the golden rays of the sun. A mixed of a little black, m

ow, she might had loved the tantalizing hu

nd could now slightly

ing river – in which she promptly went near it. She was plopped down on her knees o

but having this clear and fresh water to drink w

and coldness of the running water to ease herself. Then,

rk brown almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot red so as her pointed nose. There was a large black bag under her eyes. Her lips were quivering and

e was certainl

down to her cheeks. She was really weak, and she already knew it. Yet her strong will to find answ

f – while she stared blankly at the space in front of

s still sitting on the muddy ground at the riverside. She didn't

er in reality by a sudden loud and nasty growl – her senses heightene

the woods – this time it was a little lo

ter that mixed with a coup

s she shivered just by hearing those sounds

e the sounds are coming from – uncontrollable and as if they have their own minds. She

with vines. Tamara could hear her own heart beat h

their trunks together. It was a secluded area and the other trees overlapped each other creat

of bamboo and hay. At the barn, three tall men

ll wearing black shirts and pants. While the man

coward jerk," one of the bulky man clearly sta

the ground and spit at him. Then, he let him go forcefully and ki

of being quiet and never heard by anyone of them. She inaudibly turned

ow hideous t

itness some

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nowhere while s

eloped the entire place as the hair at th