Chapter 17 Feral Desperation

Iris Reed

​The last thing I remembered was the cold, suffocating grip of the men in the park, the scent of damp earth, and the terrifying silence of the world.

When I finally opened my eyes, the world was blurry. My head throbbed with a dull ache. ​I forced myself to sit up and look around.

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