"Thump." A loud crash sounds off from somewhere close. Someone, no, two someone’s arguing.I'm awake but still, keeping my breathing even. Looking over at Freya, my best friend and a big fluffy mutt, to see her teeth silently bared and her eyes hyper focused on the door. Well, what you would call a door on a makeshift shed that I built out of found things like cardboard boxes, left over pieces of wood, broken furniture small enough I could cart back here."Shut up. She might wake up." One of them demanded in a harsh whisper. "They said she was a fighter. I can’t believe someone named Emmersyn can do anything but read us to death.""Her trash pit of a house is fucking tiny. There is no way she could take one of us on." The other mocked.Rage rising I wanted to jump out and kick their asses for being so judgmental on my home and my size but I knew better. If there was two there was probably more. Freya's leg was still healing from a stab wound from a few days ago at the underground mark
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