Chapter 15
- {Casper’s Pov}
- We exited the stone tent with fear and trembling. Dreading the fact one wrong move could alert that monster.
- Mom leaned heavily on me, her breath shallow but steady, her steps slow. I had one arm around her waist, the other showing my extended claws. We had to be alert. The scent of the camp’s carnage clung to us both — smoke, blood, and that metallic scent from the shackles.