The Mating Love me or Kill me!

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me out in heavy pants. I felt free for the very first time after my parent's death, yet I had no idea where I was going. But I couldn't sto

werful paws, I couldn't help but think about the future he had envisioned f

the trees, lightening the forest in a beautiful manner. I could sense they were soon goi

ere swift but unsure, guided only by the thought to escape. My uncle's demands and threats played freshly in my thoughts. He had arranged a marriage for me with Ethan, a man I bare

g, and hope that whatever pursued me would eventually give

y hit against a root and I tumbled forward. Time seemed to slow as I descended then, a sickening realization hit me, I was falling from a hi

gasped for air, my lungs aching from the fall. I frantically looked around, trying to get my bearings. As I strugg

ling me downstream, away from the shore. Desperation welled up inside me, and I mustered all my st

l fate. My life had been a series of love and losses, and now it was ending in this cold

r pushed and pulled, dragging

hrough my mind, memories of happier times and dreams I always wan

aced, hope flickering back to life. I couldn't see my rescuer, but their grip was firm and reassuring. Finally, we broke the surface, and I gasped for breath, coug

the stranger asked

welled up in my eyes as I managed a weak smile,

Hours

just emerged from a deep slumber. As my vision cleared, I realized that I was lying on a comfortable bed, covered b

d was blank. Nothing was clear to me. I suddenly noticed a presence and I turned my head to the side and then, I met with a surprising sight. A man, sitting on a chair besid

oarse whisper as I spoke

f something?" He replied, giving me an opposite answer. I didn't say a word and it gave h

as my mind went blank. I couldn't

were too careless on the mountain and if I hadn't sav

f the situation. "I don't remember anything. How

ing the fall, which could explain the memory loss. Don't worry, it might come back with time." He spoke like he knew all things and all I could do was nod my h

nted and added. "I'm Madriod by the way and if you can't remember your name, it's fine too."

t, the memories of it. Who was I before this moment? What had led me to that tr

our lost memories. Sometimes, the past is a heavy burden. For now, focus on heal

about Madriod that made me feel safe. I knew I had a long journey ahead, not just to recov

ulling me back into slumber, I cl