Avery’s POV
The rogue camp was exactly what I pictured. Haphazard. Tents creating wobbly pathways of mud and stone. The scent of sweat and blood in the air.
But I didn’t expect this one to be so large. It was more than just an encampment—it was like a small village. I tried to count the people as I passed, but I eventually lost track. My captors, led by Deirdre, moved too quickly for me to make much sense of it.
I only knew one thing for certain.
I needed to get the hell out of here.
But how? I was massively outnumbered. The males were leering at me with jagged teeth and hungry eyes like they already owned me, tongues darting out to wet dry lips. The females were glaring at me as if they had plans to get rid of me before my first night here was up.
No. Making a run for it and fightin
