THE ROGUE QUEEN
The kind of creature from legends, whispered about in old stories, the kind parents used to scare their children.
But I wasn’t a story. I was real. And for the first time in my life, I was free.
Marcus pushed himself up against the tree, his face white with terror. "Monster," he whispered. "You're a fucking monster—"
I turned to face him, and he flinched.
Good.
Let him be afraid.
Let them all be afraid.
I took a step toward him, my massive paws silent on the forest floor despite my size. The shadows moved with me, coiling through the air.
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