Unwelcome Arrival

Freya

The snap of a twig has my ears twitching, and I turn my nose to the scent. ‘Due east,’ I announce to my hunting party in the mind-link.

'Got it,’ Hendron, one of our younger warriors, answers.

‘I’ll flank,’ I say. Even the Beta, Alfred, who probably should be the one giving the orders, does...

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