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Chapter One hundred and two

NOLA REYNOLDS

“Don't make a single sound.” Layla’s hollowed voice rattled oddly in the spaces between the asphalt shingle roof of the cottage house where we were lying flat. Hidden.

I gulped reflexively, willing my breathing to steady as a pack of gangly rogue werewolves sauntered past, their heads so close to the roof I was teary-eyed with the stench that oozed from their hides.

“Sheesh!” Layla gasped after the coast had cleared as the rogues moved about the perimeter on their guard rotations.

Sheesh was right! The size of those things! And the smell of rot and rusted metal that hung about them like a cloak.

It was enough to send any sensible changeling running for the hills and not looking back.

We had made the right call, sticking to the skylines, jumping from roof to roof, and scouting for survivors.

”Help us! Down here! Somebody help us!” The harried voices of men and women of the mountain city rose from the chute before they were silenced to whispers as the barking of the rogu
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