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I don’t wear a dress the next morning when I go to the compound to meet Zayne, I’m in a back shirt and dark jeans even my new kiss ass boots have come out to play. My hair pulled up in a high pony tail.

I look like an enforcer, a Dark Woods enforcer, because that’s what I am. I’m not a lost little girl.

I am a survivor.

I know I’ve made the right desicion when Zayne sees me, his lips tips to side in a small smirk and he nods at me once.

The walk through the woods is silent, halfway there, Sky appears from goddess knows where, joining us the rest of the way.

The woman is here today, the male beside her looks to be slightly older with dark brown hair and an angular face. He is a large male, dwarfing the female, wide shoulders clad in a dark brown button up and black pants. His eyes would have been an actractive blue if it weren’t for how hardened they look. Like blocks of ice, a shiver runs down my spine. Beside them are two other males, enforce