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Chapter 44: Promises

Grant’s perspective:

Ahead is a green shack. Emily’s right. Not much more than a shed. I slink up to the last line of cover before stepping out into the open and scanning.

Beyond the shack is the backside of a few of the two-story, greyish log cabins that hem in The Octagon. And beyond those, Vin’s entire compound seems nearly lifeless. Overwhelming desire to release my wrath on this place pricks through the progressive tick of my claws against the dense soil. If the place is not lifeless, I want to make it so. Yet, I stand firm in my cover.