The only thing that Emery Castillo was looking for at Hogwarts was shelter; She definitely wasn't looking for love, especially not from two men fifteen years her senior.
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In which a blood witch on the run finds unexpected love in a werewolf and...
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The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting an eerie glow on the forest floor. Shadows danced and twisted as a girl sprinted through the underbrush, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the rhythm of her frantic footsteps.
Behind her, she could hear the shouts and curses of the wizards pursuing her. Their wand tips glowed with sinister light, slicing through the darkness. She stumbled, catching herself on a gnarled tree root, and pressed on, pushing herself to move faster.
The trees seemed to close in around her, their ancient, twisted forms looming like specters in the night. She darted between them, her senses on high alert. The forest was alive with the sounds of her flight and the sinister whispers of the wizards hunting her.
Her lungs burned, and her legs ached, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't let them catch her. The darkness of the forest was her only ally, and she used it to her advantage, weaving through the thick underbrush, trying to lose her pursuers.
A branch snapped to her left, and she veered sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding a flash of spellfire that illuminated the trees around her. Panic surged through her veins, but she forced herself to stay focused. She had to keep moving.
The forest floor was treacherous, littered with roots and rocks that threatened to trip her at every step. She could feel the cold, damp air on her skin, mingling with the sweat that dripped down her face. She didn't know how long she could keep this up, but she had to try.
As she ran, she clutched at the crimson pendant hanging around her neck, its cold surface a small comfort in the midst of her fear. She could hear the wizards getting closer, their footsteps pounding behind her, relentless and unyielding.
In the distance, she saw a break in the trees, a glimmer of hope. Summoning the last of her strength, she pushed herself harder, sprinting towards the light. The forest seemed to stretch on forever, but she saw a glimpse of light, a sign that a break in the trees was there. The girl ran, her legs pumping hard beneath her. She just had to make it through this stretch of forest.
The break in the trees drew nearer, but the shouts behind her grew louder, and she could hear their footsteps pounding through the underbrush, closing the gap. Her pulse quickened with dread.
She burst into the clearing, her chest heaving, her eyes darting around in a frantic search for safety. But her momentary relief was shattered as wizards emerged from the shadows, their wands raised and their faces twisted with malice. They encircled her, trapping her like a predator cornering its prey.
