Chapter 69 Nettle โค๏ธโ๐ฅ
- Each standing about ten feet from the other, they closely mimic a storm at its deepest shadeโrolling, brewing, and rumblingโwaiting for their victims.
- This pattern doesnโt just end in front of me; it goes around the whole damn Covenโhopefully not the entire thing.
- This is the third time in less than a moon that death has stared me square in the face.