Chapter 7 Hunted

Serena

"Fresh blood," a raspy voice growled from the trees.

Another snarled, "She smells like pack. Soft. Weak."

"Let’s tear her apart," a third rogue whispered, his voice a sickening hiss.

My heart pounded so loudly I thought they could hear it. I backed up slowly, the cold soil biting into m...

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