PROLOGUE

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The woman ran with a panicked urgency through the forrest, not even wincing as the unruly branches scratched her face and legs. If she didn't run, the pain would be worse. So much worse. Tripping on a root only stopped her escape for a minute but that minute was enough for the dangerous figure to catch up. She couldn't let the figure get her for the sake of her life, and her unborn child's. She picked herself up with renewed determination and continued to run toward the boundry. As she passed through the protective boundry a sudden tension filled and left her body, they were safe... for now.

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