ashcroft

They had surrounded her before she even realised they were hunting. When the five uniformed men stepped out, she assumed they were nothing more than another group of opportunistic bastards looking to corner a lone woman on an empty road. She spat venom at them as they closed in, chin lifted in...

The last of the rebels hit the sand with a dull, heavy thud. His body slid to a halt at Marro’s feet. The werewolf stood over him, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. Cuts striped his arms. Blood clung to the dark fur along his jaw. The captured rebels had been given simple...