Chapter 13 Torn Between Devil And Death

Serena

The rogue pack was near.

We’d been traveling for days, and the air was colder now. We were somewhere.

The trees looked different—taller, older, their shadows heavier. My boots crunched against frostbitten grass as we passed the edge of the forest.

Then I saw it.

Tents. Fires. Rough s...

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