Debra had chosen to save me at her expense, enduring unimaginable agony.
Now, it was my turn to decide.
Gale observed my demeanor and remarked, âLetâs see if you prioritize avenging Debra or protecting the werewolves of the Thorn Edge Pack.
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Facing the oncoming inferno, I braced myself, positioning my body in front of my fellow werewolves, echoing Debraâs sacrifice.
I led them here; I couldnât let my desire for revenge cause them harm.
Debra would have been disheartened by such selfishness.
The fireball loomed closer, its scorching breath on my skin, while all I could see were the blinding flames.
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Damien and I braced ourselves, facing our end with resignation.
Dying as Debra did seemed a fitting closure.
In death, I hoped to reunite with her.
But then, I felt a presence, a pair of arms encircling me, radiating warmth and strength, so very familiarâ¦
A soft sound followed, and the blistering heat vanished as if it had never been.
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Who was it?
Who could rescue me from the clutches of a supreme witch?
Out of nowhere, an astonishing idea popped into my head.
Could it possibly be�
A wave of anxiety gripped my heart, and my body shook without control.
Could it be her?
Filled with a sliver of hope, I opened my eyes slowly.
In the very next moment, my heart raced.
Before me was a face, so dear and familiar, it took my breath away.
Her gaze was soft, her amber eyes brimming with unmistakable happiness.
Despite the fire having singed half of her lovely curls, her beauty remained undiminished.
If anything, it highlighted her graceful neck.
She outshone everything else in my world at that moment.
I blinked several times, half-convinced I was mistaking her for someone else.
Part of me even wondered if Iâd been struck by Galeâs fireball, and this was merely a final, beautiful illusion before the end.