The Rogue's Desire
They do not look thrilled with the way I barged in to the clearing, all guns blazing.
One of the, Murray, eyes me coldly. He's holding a rope in his hand. The other end is wrapped around one of the rogue's neck.
The other is Amy. A short, stocky woman with a scar over one eye. She's holding one of the rogues down, pinned to the forest floor.
"Rylie?" Amy asks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I stammer.
But it is.
Something is really very wrong.
Because the pack are preparing to slaughter the enemy, and the moment I look into the panic-stricken eyes of the rogues, I see my future self.
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