The Pack's Dragon
Everleigh Milesyou call for help but nobody camei don't feel safe anymorethe call is coming from inside the housenow i drive alone past your street
A shorter-haired blonde man supervised the boat being positioned on the bank whilst a slender dark-haired and heavily tattooed man cuddled a curvaceous dark-haired woman against the black, expensive-looking Ute.
Seven people had come to their rescue. “Reminds me of that joke,” Lyric commented. “How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?” She slid a grin at the red-haired woman, but her companion’s expression was vaguely puzzled. “I guess you don’t know it,” Lyric sighed. “If they all intend to get in the boat, there isn’t going to be room for us.”
She began the sliding path down the hill without waiting for a reply and as she reached the bottom, cupped her hands around her mouth. “H