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Elora
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“Zane!” I scream as the wolf tries to s***h Zane’s throat, but he raises his arms and it slices them with its claws. “Help!” I cry out, crawling on my knees before getting up and looking for something to help Zane. I feel broken glass cutting my fingers as I feel in the dark, desperate for something, anything, and I finally grab what seems to be a brick and throw it at the wolf just as Zane throws it off of him.
“Help!” I continue crying out, wishing someone could hear me. I know seeing a massive wolf would cause widespread panic but I don't care right now. It's going to kill Zane. I start running to get help, but I can’t leave him all by himself. What if it drags him away and I don't know where when I return with help?
“Come on Elora! You are a huntress, for go……
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