Forbidden Bond: A Velthorn Tale — Chapter 11: Flight, Refuge, and a Friendly Encounter

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The wind whipped through Mikhail’s hair as Bakuul’s hooves thundered across the plains. His heart raced, matching the frantic rhythm of the elk’s gallop. Anora clung tightly to his waist, her small frame pressed against his back. The adrenaline coursing through his veins dulled the pain in his left thigh, allowing him to focus solely on their escape.

“Faster, Bakuul!” Mikhail urged, leaning forward in the saddle. The elk snorted in response, somehow finding the strength to increase his already breakneck pace. The tall grass of the plains blurred into a sea of green as they fled, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the slave caravan and all that had happened there.