Page 117 of The Lycan King's Secret Child

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As dawn approached, they gathered their belongings. The air was thick with anticipation and uncertainty.

Liam stirred awake, rubbing his eyes.

Liam: "Are we going somewhere?"

Amelia smiled gently.

Amelia: "Yes, sweetheart. We're going on a journey."

He looked at her thoughtfully.

Liam: "Is it because of the bad people?"

She nodded slowly.

Amelia: "But where we're going, they'll have a hard time finding us."

He reached for her hand.

Liam: "Okay."

They set off, the forest canopy closing above them as they ventured deeper into the unknown. The path was winding, and the forest grew denser with each step.

Hours turned into days as they navigated the treacherous terrain. Along the way, they felt eyes watching them—the forest itself seemed alive.

One evening, as they set up camp, Seraphine approached Amelia.

Seraphine: "We've made good progress. We should reach Eldergrove soon."

Amelia nodded, though weariness showed on her face.

Amelia: "I hope this isn't all for nothing."

Seraphine placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Seraphine: "Have faith. The Sanctuary holds many secrets. Perhaps we'll find the answers we seek."

Meanwhile, Xander and Marcus kept watch at the edge of the camp.

Marcus: "Do you think we're being followed?"

Xander scanned the darkness.

Xander: "Hard to say. But I can't shake the feeling that something—or someone—is tracking us."

Just then, a distant howl echoed through the trees. They exchanged tense glances.

Marcus: "Wolves?"

Xander: "No. That was a signal."

Back at the camp, Amelia and Seraphine heard it too.

Amelia: "What was that?"

Seraphine's eyes narrowed.

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