LOGINAvery’s POVMy lungs burned. Every breath felt like swallowing glass and my muscles ached, but I forced my legs to pump faster.Behind me, I could hear him crashing through the underbrush. He was fast, and he was getting closer. I heard his footsteps pounding just behind me. I didn’t dare to look ba
Another rogue lunged at me from the side. I released the first one and spun, catching the second mid-air. We went down in a tangle of limbs and teeth, rolling through the mud. It clawed at my face, trying to get to my eyes. I jerked my head back and bit down on its leg, crushing bone and tendon. It
Gideon’s POVThe rain was relentless, turning the forest floor into a slick, muddy mess that made every step treacherous. More than once, the path became washed out from the water, making it nearly impossible to traverse without slipping and falling.Anyone with half a brain would have turned back b
Avery’s POVTen years ago, when I had been held against my will in Asher’s rogue camp, there had at least been some semblance of order. Tents arranged in rows, guards posted at regular intervals, a hierarchy that kept the chaos somewhat contained.This camp was nothinglike that.The tents were scatt
Avery’s POVI didn’t have time to think.The rogue lunged at me, barely giving me enough time to roll out of the way before his claws swiped through the air where my head had been a second earlier. I scrambled to my feet and lifted my hands defensively.The rogue with the scar grinned at me, his fan
Avery’s POVThe hallway was dark and silent when I stepped out of the guest room. I pulled the door shut behind me as quietly as I could, wincing as the click echoed through the corridor. I stood there for a moment without moving, listening for any sounds. All that I heard was that of the rain hamme
Avery’s POV The pack library bore some similarities to the records room in the basement. Both were packed to the brim with information. Whereas the records room had boxes of files, the library had more bound books, but both boasted a copious amount of dust. I mused that one might be able to tell
I didn’t have an immediate answer, so I just indicated for her to follow me out into the garden once more. I handed her a hoe and led her over to where the diseased plants were. “These plants are sick, so we need to pull them up and burn them.” I instructed, handing her a pair of gloves and puttin
“Who told you that the angelica flowers were traditional?” Gideon asked, voice flat. I hesitated. I knew who it had been, but I didn’t want to implicate her. It had been Madelyn who had given me the info and allayed my suspicions when I’d found the unusual flowers. From our conversation the ot
Avery’s POVI awoke slowly, like swimming up through deep water.There was a strange, metallic taste in my mouth, and my head pounded. I was laying on a hard surface. Dirt, perhaps? My limbs felt far-away and heavy. They didn’t respond to my attempts to move.All I could do was lay here.Weariness







