Chapter 6
Qiana's POV
The taxi dropped me off at the edge of Ironwood Pack. I stood there with my two bags. The air smelled different here, like earth and pine needles and something wild I couldn't put a name to.
A man was waiting for me near the tree line. Older, maybe in his fifties, with scars cutting ac...
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