Red: Chapter 3

Aeron leaned forward and looked over the other alphas. Compared to them, he was rags and sheets. Their cashmere was the finest, imported from human territories like Hosckwith. Aeron fashioned a blood-stained hoodie. He took it off to be decent, but his long-sleeved year-old shirt was hardly an upgrade. “Smells like dead skunk in here.”… Read More Red: Chapter 3