Chapter Eighty Eight - Worked up

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The room was quiet, tension thick in the air as Farah and Mobali locked eyes.

She bit her lip, unsure of where to begin. "We can talk about it later, you've been standing here for a while."

Mobali dragged a chair from the corner and sat down, his intense gaze never leaving Farah's face. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why you're still alive."

Farah scoffed, her frustration evident. "Don't you want me to be alive? Why are you acting like my return is a bad thing?"

Mobali's eyes darkened, his wolf instincts close to the surface. "Don't change the subject, Farah."

Taking a deep breath, she began, "During the war, some of the rival warriors attacked me brutally. I had no choice but to flee for my life, but I was cornered. It was either die at their hands or risk drowning. Fate had other plans, though, because an arrow struck my chest, sending me plummeting off a cliff and into the water."

"What about your necklace? How did our warriors find it?"

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