Chapter 80- Hollow Growl

Bram POV

The mist was thick enough to choke a god.

It slid over my fur in heavy sheets, cold as death and twice as mean. Every breath came out fogged and heavy. The air stank of blood and rot, that sweet-sour perfume that clings to things long buried. I could barely hear the others, just Lachlan’s...

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