She looked down to find the hole between the roots. With some effort, she pulled out her pack, muddy but otherwise no worse for wear. I’m glad werewolf-me had the decency to park herself near this tree.
The contents were intact, including an extra set of clothes. The sports bra was a welcomed sight, but realised the girls had been unrestrained for weeks. I’m going to be awful sore by the end of the day…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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