Amelia The soil beneath me is torn up, as if I were dragged here, thrown here, and left like trash in the deepest part of the forest alone. They wanted me gone and didn’t care that they left me to die.Conrad didn’t care.My throat tightens, heat stinging behind my eyes. I try to swallow the panic and the tears, but it rises anyway. I pull my knees to my chest for a moment, hugging myself because there’s no one else to hold me. The silence around me is too big, and it presses against my ribs.I whisper, my voice cracking on nothing but air. “Why am I—”A twig snaps, and my heart stops.Another crack follows, and it is sharper this time. Then a low, throaty growl slithers between the trees. The scent hits next, and it smells like unwashed fur, blood, and something wild and strong.Banished wolves.“No, no, no, no.” The last thing I need now is rogues coming after me.I barely get to my feet before shadows erupt from the underbrush. First, three, and then it begins to multiply more
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