LUTHER
"ARE YOU SURE WE CAN TAKE THEM?"
I shouted through the rain, breathing so damn hard might as well I'll die. f*****g stubborn bastard. I f*****g told him we should run. I told him we should’ve left before the pack of starving freaks got a whiff of us. But Ashton, the cocky son of a b***h, just had to fight.
Ashton chuckles. “ What happened to you?” “What happened to you?” His voice is a smirk, his breath hot against my back, the weight of him solid where he’s pressed against me.
The rogues circle.
Skin stretched too tight over ribs, fur slick and matted, eyes glowing feral, their bodies twitching with hunger. They move in the storm like they belong to it—shadows shifting, breathless, waiting. One exhales, long and slow—mocking. A jagged, rasping sound that scrapes against m
