Lungs bursting with the need for oxygen, she reached the safety of her home, and collapsed on the door step. Too close, far too close. She could still smell their putrid breath on the back of her neck, her torn clothing testament to their violent attack.
Had it not been for the lone wolf intervening…
Shuddering, she tore the remaining clothes of her, just as her front door was kicked in.
Her scream of terror died on her lips, as the truth slammed into her consciousness with the first inhale of this man’s scent, as he pulled her close.
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