Fifty Six
Song Recommendation: Timmies - I Don't Wanna Know Her fifty-six. Marina. "Run! Take your legs and run!" Ally snarled, locked in battle with Arlo. The wolves were on Lance, each of them hopping onto him and nipping at his face, his neck. Blood flowed freely from a nasty gash on his face. I couldn't track Lance, with how fast he was moving around them, weaving in between the wolves. He grabbed one's throat and slammed it into the ground. Whimpers carried out throughout the room, the wolves worried about their fallen comrade. They want me to run and leave them behind? "I'm not leaving you," I snapped throwing my hand out towards the kitchen, desperately trying to blast water from the pipes. I could do this! I did this before. Arlo easily sidestepped Ally and threw her against the wall
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