An Alpha Queen's Rogue
Like reaching for someone through thick fog and only brushing their fingertips.
Terror claws up my throat.
“No,” I whisper as I run. “No, no, no, please.”
The sky seems to feel it.
The clouds above darken further, collapsing in on themselves until the world turns steel grey. Thunder rumbles low and heavy, vibrating through my chest.
Then the rain starts.
At first it’s light, misting my skin, but within seconds it’s pouring, fat drops crashing down, soaking the battlefield, washing blood into dark rivers that snake through the dirt.
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