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CHAPTER SIXTY ONE - IMPRINT

THE LYCAN CITY. CITY FARE

FUGITIVE DERON

Couple with the blistering hot sun, to make it weird a troop of warriors had to parole at every turn. Sylria was no longer am being the stand she took, I peeked from around the tent I hid but her cotton candy stand was empty.

“Dammit!” I cursed under my breath. It was like someone had ordered an army troop of warriors and I was the rat they were sniffing out.

“Damned Sylria, bitch took off without even batting an eyelash!” I was a fool to have thought that we were growing fund of each other. Betrayal.

The warriors moved cautiously, their usual uniform attires were worn in a more informal way so they did not look too scary so they did not cause a panic among the frolicking adults.

It was like they were on my scent, inspecting the places I had been and checking anyone that didn’t dress as rich as the others. It was almost like they knew I was here and were determined to arrest me.

Surreptitiously I sprinted from the tent I was crouched behind jus
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