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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 · ファンタジー
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Chapter 60

Theme: Tower of the Dead



The first sunlight infiltrated the window veil, shining on her face, and she gasped back to reality. At first, her vision was blurry. She closed her eyes, shook her head twice, and opened them again. Finally, she could see again.



She examined the room, wondering where she was, and her brain ransacking where and how she got there. She was inside a small bedroom with a single-window.



She was lying on top of a huge bed with her hands chained together. She was still wearing the black trousers from last night, but her blouse had been removed, leaving her with a black singlet.



She shakes her head again, and the past event comes rushing into her brain. It overflows her brain like the Nile River, causing her a great headache in the process.



She could remember how the electrified council had captured her, tortured her, and asked her to comply with them. She could remember the series of punches from Sinbad Bernard and his men.