The Alpha's Rose
If it weren’t for the smell, I’d not be able to tell our fighters from the rogues.
Rose is standing near the tree line. I can see Rachel towering over her from behind, her claws extended on both Rose’s neck and belly and she’s pulling Rose away in a backwards walk, trying to make her escape. As I approach, Rachel spots me and uses her claws to cut Rose’s dress away from her belly. A small trickle of blood runs down her front from the claw mark on her baby bump. Rose’s face is pale, panicked, and afraid.
“Now, now, Tyson. Continue forward and I’ll have to injure your pet a little more. You don’t want that, now do you?” She sneers at me. I shift so I can communicate with her, the traitorous bi
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