Page 84 of The Mating Games

And as I ran, the forest around me seemed to come alive, echoing with distant roars, sounds of pursuit.

But one scream, one voice, stood out among them all.

It was all I needed.

“Aurora… I’m coming!”I thought, hoping against hope that she could sense my approach, that she knew she wasn’t alone in this fight.

The chase was on.

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Through the dense canopy and towering trunks, the distressed sound of Aurora’s voice grew louder, clearer.

It beckoned me, urged me to increase my speed.

As I raced ahead, my eyes caught a flurry of movement up above, followed by panicked shouts.

Coming to a sudden halt, I beheld a sight that both relieved and alarmed me:

Aurora, desperately clinging to a high tree branch, while below her, an alien male reached up with aggressive intent, clearly trying to pull her down.

The protective instinct within me surged.

Without thinking, I let out a roar, challenging the interloper. “Back off!” I thundered.

The alien male spun around, revealing a face distorted with fury.

But what truly gave me pause was the massive weapon he held, a plasma cannon, glinting malevolently in the muted light filtering through the trees.

A chilling realization coursed through me — I’d walked straight into a confrontation I wasn’t prepared for.

The atmosphere was electric.

In the brief moment our eyes locked, I weighed my options.

Could I rush him?

Outrun him?

Or use my wits to outsmart him?

Before I could act, he did.

With a triumphant smirk, he unleashed a blinding bolt from the cannon.

Instinct took over.

I dove, narrowly evading the deadly blast.

The tree behind me wasn’t so lucky; it evaporated in a puff of smoke, leaving a void in the dense forest.

Panic threatened to overcome me, but I forced it down, focusing on the present.

We were in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

Another bolt lanced through the air, disintegrating a massive boulder.

The once-familiar forest was rapidly changing, transforming into an unpredictable battlefield.

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