Chapter 89

L.T. Marshall 1.2k words

The branches and low hanging boughs skim my face, clawing my fur as I race through the forest, ducking low to avoid overhanging sticks that pull harshly as I follow Colton into the darkness. My heart’s racing, blood rushing through my head and I can barely keep up with the...

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