Chapter 145 Homecoming

❀ Maeve ❀

Victims. Ripe for the picking.

Wolves and mutts and hearts pumping vile, but warm blood. They must pay. Any being without the signature chill of death’s touch, and the blessing of the First Mother, must die.

KILL. RAGE. DESTROY!

I jerked awake, head thudding with the reverberations of ...

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