Trust me
Wrenna POV “This isn’t right,” Damian whispered, shaking his head. “Bade’s on edge about this too,” he added, referring to his wolf. “Shut it, Fenn,” Brad snapped, peering into the darkness beyond the tree line. They’d fled the tent only minutes before, after making sure they didn’t hear any hooves for at least an hour. “You know this is dangerous,” Damian said quietly, glancing at Wrenna instead of Brad. “If something happens to you…” “We can’t just leave her, Damian. Goddess only knows how long she’s been here—” Wrenna whispered. “Do you two want to get caught?” Brad asked through gritted teeth, “because if you do, by all means, keep whispering.” Wrenna snapped her mouth shut, glaring at the back of his head. “Okay, the leader's tent seems to be dark too. I just hope he’s keeping
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