Heron’s POV.
“Reedah, RUN!” I screamed, my voice urgent and full of fear.
I could hear the panic in my voice, but I tried to keep it together as I prepared for the worst.
My heart was racing, and my mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on and how to keep us both safe.
I knew that running was our best chance of survival, but I also knew that I couldn't just run, what if they chased after us and attacked Reedah.
As they got closer, I realized something odd – their scent was different from any rogues I had encountered before. There was something off about it, something I couldn't quite identify.
What could it be? And why did it matter? At that moment, my priority was getting me and Reedah out of danger, but a small part of me couldn't help but wonder what made these
