Georgia’s POV

The frozen, dim light of day caused small puffs of white clouds to escape my lips as I ran. There was no stopping now. The tracks I had made through the forest towards the small village ahead were for a purpose.

Cuts and scrapes from the branches and fallen trees lined my skin, but it was worth it to lead the rogues right where I wanted them.

Their fiery hunger echoed through the forest in a mixture of growls and snarls that caused my stomach to twist in ...