Not Made of Stone

Elise

When Farrow heard the snarls in the forest, she thought at first that they belonged to wolves from our pack. She immediately got up, feeling irritated at the disturbance.

But then the smell reached us. It was something like smoke and rot. My hackles rose as every instinct screamed. These were not our wolves. These were rogues.

She rose to her feet at once, muscles tightening, heart racing. B