Stop! (The command shattered the stillness, reverberating through the trees. You stumbled, panic coursing through my veins like wildfire. Your instincts screamed to flee, but your legs betrayed me, sending me crashing straight into a solid wall of muscle. Strong arms caught you and for a brief moment, the world faded, the warmth of his body against mine. I looked up, breathless, into the stormy depths of his eyes. Rayhan Rossi, the future Alpha of the Black Storm Pack) Stop running little one
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