GAVIN'S POV FOUGHT THE ROUGES The air grew heavy with tension as we guided Helen out of the cabin, every sense on high alert. She was leaning on me for support, her breaths shallow and labored, but her spirit unbroken. Jerry walked slightly ahead, his steps cautious, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement. We had barely made it a few yards from the cabin when a low growl rumbled through the dense forest, reverberating through the ground like a warning. My pulse quickened, and instinctively, I stepped in front of Helen, shielding her as Jerry and I exchanged a quick, grim look. We weren’t alone. Out of the shadows, figures began to emerge, three, then four, then six rogues, all with the same feral, hungry look in their eyes. They moved in a loose circle, closing in on us, their snarls filling the air, eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of victory. They must have known we’d come. This was a trap, and we’d walked straight into it. "Stay close, Helen," I murmured, my v
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