Refuge Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

At long last, after trekking for such a long mental time, I got to my destination. My gut was right. It was a small camp, crowded with people. I glared in awe, they seemed so peaceful as they went on their daily business. The women were taking care of the children while the men were carrying hoes and machetes into the bush. A sign inscribed “Welcome to the home of refugees.” They had created clustered homes for themselves, living on the support and protection of one another. The entrance was barricaded by sharpened tree branches, sharpened and thrusted on the ground to create the perfect defense. They had learnt the art of protecting themselves from the aliens who had taken everything away f

Ezra whispered as he stood close enough. “Do you need anything?” He asked in a calm voice, pulling Ezra closer and ignoring the stares of the Alphas that watched them. Ezra nodded, biting down on his lips with nervousness. Alpha Cage slowly lifted his hands, brushing his thumb against the underside of his lips and pulling it from between his teeth. “Tell me” he ordered and Ezra spoke. “I want to help the refugees” he kept his voice low enough that only Alpha Cage could hear. “Help them?” His eyes narrowed.

It was small and remote, the kind of place where people went to disappear. "Where are we?" I asked. "The Refuge," Aeden said. "It's a settlement for rogues and exiles. People who've been cast out of their packs. People like us." "Will we be safe here?" "Safe?" He almost smiled. "No one is ever safe. But we'll be less hunted. That's something." The village was smaller than I'd expected. A dozen huts, a communal fire pit, a small garden that someone had tended with care. The people who lived there were wary at first, their eyes tracking our every move.