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Chapter 12 -A Mate's Vow
It was like watching a scene from myth, as the woman's bony fingers dug into the Elf's arms while her mouth latched onto her like a lifeline. Alarielle stood frozen, her feet glued to the floor, as the horror unfolded before her eyes. The woman's face twisted in desperation, hunger etched into every feature, as she clung to the Elf, who was trying to pull away, panic flooding her eyes. Around them, chaos erupted. Elves dashed in every direction, their graceful forms now frantic as they gathered their children, pulling them close to shield them from the terrifying sight. Cries filled the air—shouts of fear, the wails of frightened children, and the frantic calls of mothers urging their families to safety. A strangled cry erupted from Mavrick. “Denny! Let go!!” His voice was filled with de
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