THE WILD ROSE
He took two down easily, and for a moment, it looked like he had them beat.
He looked towards the roses, as if he knew she was there.
The rogue from the market took his opportunity, swinging a blade up.
It was silver.
The sound it made when it sank between Xavier's ribs would live in Rose’s bones forever.
Her eyes had met his in horror.
“Rose,” he had screamed out in horror.
Pack warriors crashed into the clearing seconds later, drawn by the noise.
The remaining rogue ran, and the roses released her as suddenly as they had claimed her. She stumbled out, gasping, dress torn.
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