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Monsters surrounded us, their shapes slipping between trees and shadows. With every breath, they got closer, tightening the space around us until escape feels thinner by the second.
I looked back.
Oh, fuck…
The Frosthowl was charging again— but this time, it wasn't just chasing us.
It was plowing through the mole-rats.
Bodies burst beneath its claws. Black blood splashed up its legs, smeared across its chest, streaked along its jaws as it crushed them without slowing down. It didn't even acknowledge them— just ran straight through, turning the snow into a slaughtered path.
I stared at thefrost howl, then slowly looked down at the lit torch in my hand, the one with mole-rat skin wrapped around it, soaked in the same black blood. And the one that has scent that will make The mole-rat hostile.
…Yeah.
That was it.
Exactly.
Go. Squash them.
A sharp, almost hysterical laugh bubbled in my chest before I could stop it.
Then I saw her.
