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CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE - FAREWELL MY LOVE

THE LYCAN CITY. HIDDEN WOODS

FUGITIVE DERON

Sylria was a lot slower than usual, or I had gotten even faster. I easily caught up to her, grabbing her from behind as she ran and we both tumbled over on the grass, laughter loud and shrill.

She kissed me slowly, allowing me to rummage my hands for any openings in her clothing so I slip my warm beneath.

She grabbed my wrists, “Nah ah! Let’s do it properly, I smiled.

She stood up, taking my hand and leading me in a straight line to where I did not know. It was after a few strides that we got to a small stream. The gravelly bed of the stream was low beneath and the water flowed slowly down a narrow path.

“A stream? Here?”

“The forest has to sustain itself somehow…” she cocked her her head to one side before starting to take off her clothes.

“Wait, you’re not seriously going to—”

“Of course I am, and you’re coming in with me!”

She didn’t even take the time to fold her clothes before jumping and folding herself into a ball as she hit the water
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