Scared Little Being
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Milo pressed close, his body still shaking, unwilling to trust the danger had passed. Lilly stroked him gently, whispering soft comfort words more for herself than for him.
Even with the Jeep gone, unease lingered like smoke. Her instincts screamed this wasn’t over. She clutched Milo tighter, scanning the street again, afraid shadows might birth another hunter.
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