Zara
I stared at my one time fiance. Adrian's smile was as charming as ever, but I wasn't falling for it anymore. He wasn't a wolf, he was a snake.
He’d dragged me through the woods to a run down shack that only barely qualified as shelter. It had a metal bed frame with a thin mattress, a metal foot locker, and a wood burning stove. Other than that it was empty.
“What do you want with me, Adrian?” I asked.
“Well, that depends whether you’re asking me, specifically, or the Rogues in general,” Adrian said.
“Start with the Rogues,” I said, “I don’t care what you want.”
Adrian smirked. “Sure you don’t, sweetheart. All right, I’ll tell you. The Rogues know you’re special.”
“No, I’m not,” I protested. How was I special? I wasn’t special enough for Adrian to choose me over my sister.
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