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DRAYNOR
I stand just outside the halo of light from the back door, staring out over the property, Dawn at my side — her hand is warm. Her muscles are tight as violin strings. Her belly is tied in knots.
I hate this with every ounce of my being, but we have no choice, not anymore. I can feel Mikael’s hive in the roots of my teeth — they are coming, fangs bared, ready to tear us all apart.
We can’t wait for them to figure out what Dawn is and come after us with greater numbers. It’s only been two days, and they’ve already doubled their original clan. And leaving here would be futile; they’ll find us again, and there are few locations where this plan will work — few places where the landscape and hidden crannies can be used to our advantage. Now is our best chance at success.
But we h
