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CHAPTER TWELVE
We take a step back as it creeps closer to us. As soon as it reveals its claws, we both run. Flynn is dragging me away. The shifting of the leaves and creaking of the stems and branches appear to be the animal's signal as we escape for our lives. The animal disturbs the forest's daytime and nocturnal species with its raucous and piercing howl.
It isn't that far away. Its claws uproots and fling many trees in its path at us, forcing us to reroute. Why are there no wardens in this area perplexes me. Or did it completely wipe them out?
“Flynn! Flynn!” I call when I take a sight to the hole we used before.
He takes out his poniard and prepares for the vines once he realizes what I'm talking about. He makes a slit in it and pushes it open. I shove Flynn into the hole as soon as I see the animal approaching us. I'm stuck in a rut and have no idea when I'll be able to move. When animal's claws are about to drag me away, s
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