Chapter 122 Epilogue

Rosie Meachem 674 words

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue across the clearing where the final confrontation had taken place. The air was crisp, fresh, as if nature itself rejoiced at the shift in energy. Eliza sat at the base of a large oak tree, surrounded by her mates—Rylan,...

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