Her spirit wolf

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of running, to where? you would ask, bu

hat was supposed to be the best day of her life, the

othes torn and dirtied, hair a mess, feet bar

te to be reasonable and kind

breath, her feet hurt badly and her heart feel

to catch her breath, her head was hot,

he pendant of the necklace her father gave her seven da

art, as if to comfort her for all the pain she was feeling, for

she knew something was wrong, behind her a leaf crunched. She immed

scared. What she got as a reply was a growl, n

new exactly what it was, a

re eve

oster h

nd the hairs on her skin are at attention, she co

r entire family had been killed, and she felt like giving up but something k

rn gown and felt around th

r's special dagger and go

nd but she

o practice, She was about to lunch an attack when Something caught her attention, or rather so

f him yet but she could smell and sense him

k of it he did always smell like pastries, that fool, she

figure him out temporarily fo

unched at her taking ad

anic, she blinked her gray eyes subconsciously

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