“Lyssa knew they hunted her, the musky smell of their kind blew on the cold night’s air. The end of her nose flared as she tried to place the direction of their scent. They were closer than yesterday. The fact… — Alma Muerte Copy Share Image
“Lyssa knew they hunted her, the musky smell of their kind blew on the cold night’s air. The end of her nose flared as… — Alma Muerte Copy Share Image
“Stay with me,' Arric whispered outside her mental shield. 'And I will visit your most deserved punishment upon you. Let them hunt for meat,… — Alma Muerte Copy Share Image
