Chapter 11

Chapter 11

RACHEAL'S POV

I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.

My usual nightmare leaving me disoriented and restless. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the bright screen to check the time it was, just past midnight.With a sigh, I slipped on my robe and decided to seek solace on the rooftop of the hotel.

I stood by the edge, gazing out at the city below.

" Do you want to jump?" voice asked, interrupting the tranquility, causing me to startle and step away from the edge. I turned to see an old woman standing there, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. She introduced herself as the Guardian of the Rogues, a title that piqued my interest and confusion.

The old woman smiled knowingly. "I can smell it on you, child. The scent of a wolf. It's unmistakable. I sensed it from my room."

My eyes widened in disbelief, "What you seek and long for," she said, her eyes piercing into mine, "is closer to you than you think."

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