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The half-breed

They had her surrender and snarled at her with their sharp, long teeth. She knew she was doomed. She has finally met her end. Even if everybody forgives her and lets her go, Delta Logan won’t support them. He is dangerous. She examined her surroundings, her eyes wondering for a way out. However, it was a dead end. They were in the middle of a jungle. The only thing she could hope for was an unexpected miracle. Delta Logan strides forward, followed by Rebecca, and her witch friend, Rachael, while the rest of the lycans pack moves behind her. Instantly, an idea crept into her head. Rachael is a witch. That means she was not fast like those lycans. “You can do this,” she assured herself. As Delta Logan dived at her, at the last minute, she stepped aside and the Delta collided with a tree instead. Before any one of them could react, she dived at Rachael, her elbow aiming straight for her teeth. Before Rachael could blink, Joy’s elbow collided with her mouth and the force removed the front teeth in the process. She pushed her out of the way and then grabbed a tree branch she had seen earlier and used the force to propel her body on top of the tree. Joy was sure of one thing, she couldn't outrun Delta Logan and the pack on dry ground. But she could do it on top of trees. Dan had taught her that. He had been training her for a day like this. She swung her body on top of another tree, and then swivelled her body midair, did bar hop skills, and grabbed another branch. She could hear the rustling of leaves behind her which suggested that they were now chasing her. Yet, she did not panic. She has been in this wood many times without number, and she knew her way better than them. After jumping for what seemed like forever, she could see the exit of the woods. It was a few metres ahead of her, and that made her double her effort. She was sure that Dan would be waiting for her at the exit of the woods.

Alegria del Autor · Fantasy
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72 Chs

Chapter 66



Theme; The quest



Tears filled his eyes, and mucus could be seen coming out of his nose. He shook her vigorously, slapped her face, and kept pressing her chest, hoping to revive her.



He did everything he could think of, yet she didn't wake up. She's gone. He could feel it. Her body is cold, and her pupils have turned white. He howled in fury at the thought of losing her.



He bent down, picked her up in a bridal style, and dashed across the wood. He increased his speed, hoping that he was not too late before he got to the rest of the team. He has never felt so useless and careless like this before.



If anything happens to her, he won't forgive himself. He caused her death. He was the culprit. He shouldn't have advised her to follow him. He doubled his speed, hoping that he was not too late. He's a fool. He kept blaming himself.