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s the branches, seemingly whispering warnings to the lone figure racing between the towering trees. Rosaline's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart poundi
d, pressing a kiss to the infant'
relentless, closed in. They had caught her scent long before she reached the heart of the woods, and n
lt, her hands shaking, and laid Rosetta deep within the dark cavity, wrapping the baby tightly in the shawl embroidered with silver-threaded runes. For anot
y, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before standing to draw their attention away from the t
r standing on end in the moonlight. Three others crept out behind him, muscles
red, adjusting the shawl so tha
ang forward, a blur of teeth and claws. Rosaline's scream shattered the silence,
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