Rogue Fugitive

~Dexter~

“Godammit, why now?”

They had picked up my scent almost as soon as I thought I had thrown them off and allowed myself to relax.

Krieger soldiers were creeping around on my brother’s turf once again and their rancid scent burned acrid in my nostrils. It was too late to head for cover, they were already catching onto my scent. I could hear their heavy footsteps in the night, their low growl