We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
A trap
The preparations were worthless. There was no amount of preparation for what awaited us once our feet were on the ground. The air was thick and grey, tainted with ash and burning flesh. The smell, even beneath a gas mask, was probably the worst smell I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. “Stay close. Stay vigilant. A camp has been set up by a neighboring pack, but they didn’t have the resources to bring their warriors in safely,” Ghost’s muffled voice pierced through the eerily quiet air. “Masks stay on,” he snapped before nodding. You couldn’t see beneath the masks, but I knew his eyes were on me as he spoke. I could always feel the way his gaze sizzled against my skin. My body was hyper aware of his presence even if my mind was screaming at me not to care. We didn’t have a
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD