Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Cleo said hurriedly as she turned and quickly walked away.
I knelt beside Duck, stroking his back.
'What's wrong?'
'Danger,' he said, closing his eyes as he panted, his tongue lolling in the sand.
'Where?'
'Follow,'
'Rest now,' I said to him, continuing to stroke his fur. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he had come, a chill running up my spine as the jungle seemed to whisper menacingly in the breeze.
"Did he talk to you?" Myla asked, her eyes full of worry.