Betrayed by Blood~
They had been walking for almost ten minutes and still hadn't reached the safe place the warrior had spoken about. "This doesn't feel right," Avery said, slowing her steps. She looked around. They were away from the pack house now, heading towards the south border, which was surprisingly calm for how chaotic the pack was.
The warrior's grip tightened. "It's just ahead," he insisted, his tone sharp enough to make her skin crawl.
Avery looked around, her anxiety suddenly shooting up. She swallowed hard and took a step back, wrenching her hand free. "Where exactly are we going? How far is it? Maybe we should head back. It already looks calm, and I'm sure—" the words died down her throat as she saw his expression change. The false friendliness dropped, replaced with an irritated scowl. His jaw tightened, as though he couldn't stand the sound of her voice.
"Keep walking," he snapped irritably, his patience thinning.
