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Lyra ran as fast as her boots would allow.

She sank into the dirt, sweating like crazy, pushing aside the wide leaves that blocked her path.

Bursting through the bushes, she found herself in a clearing… and the scene in front of her froze her heart.

Drakkar was fighting barehanded against a massive predator—ruthless and powerful—on all fours, with a shield of horns covering its gigantic head.

At the end of its nearly three-meter-long body, a spiked tail swayed, ready to strike the warrior’s back from behind.

“WATCH OUT!” Lyra screamed, hurling herself into the fight without a second thought.

Drakkar had never felt more terrified in his life than when he saw her throw herself straight into danger.

His two strong hands were holding the jaws of the Brontocérax apart. His muscular legs were slipping backward, carving a trench into the earth from the beast’s push.

“RUN, LYRA!” he roared, forcing his wolf to come out despite the consequences.

Poison pumped through his veins, carrie