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CHAPTER FOURTY SEVEN - ASH

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For a beat, neither I nor Gloria moved a muscle, the silence in the aftermath of that roar was unsettling. We both breathed hard, eyes fixed on one another while they waited for any other sounds. There was a muffled commotion, and I swore I recognized the new scent in the house.

I and Gloria raced out, knocking into one another in our rush to get downstairs to see what the hell was going on. The air rattled in my lungs, Gloria’s shallow, panicked breathing was close behind me and I sense of danger that flooded through us both hung around us as we ran, thick like a cloud.

The overwhelming scent of fear and rage had blanketed the packhouse, muffling any other familiar scent that I could pick up. We reached the foot of the stairs and rounded into the main common room, both of us screeching to a halt at what awaited us. It was only when I noticed the figure before me that I felt a hot strike of fear, panic and joy pulse through me, stunning me at the same time.

Asha.

Asha was there,
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