Chapter Eighty Eight

Rosie’s P.O.V

I knew it was coming.

Even when the fire crackled steady, even when the wind rustled the trees with nothing but the sigh of leaves, i felt it. The way the shadows grew longer, the way the wolves, those loyal to us, paced at the edge of the clearing, anxious and stiff-legged. My instinc...

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