Chapter 46 Bad Neighbors
- *Isabella*
- The scent of sweat, dust, and blood thickens in the air, settlin’ heavy in my lungs. My paws press into the damp earth, muscles coiled tight as I follow Chet’s lead through the darkened forest. We are nearly done checkin’ our perimeters, but somethin’ feels off.
- Then I hear it—the distant clash of weapons, the guttural war cries of men locked in battle.