We fight
“A thing to know about centaurs: though vile creatures, they lack a keen sense of smell. They make up for it with flawless tracking and unmatched speed.” — A Guide to Defeating Centaurs, Kallie Halliwell Before Wrenna could register what was happening, she was yanked into a bone-crushing hug. She pulled back a little, smiling up at her beta. “How did you get—” “Move over,” Killian’s voice rumbled as he wrapped his arms around both women, squeezing until her breath stuttered, the words dying on her lips. Wrenna closed her eyes, her body sagging in relief. Her unit was here. In Raveryn. Here to help her escape this nightmare she found herself in. His familiar scent hit her, grounding her, and when she opened her eyes again she found Damian standing behind the group, a soft smile tuggin
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