**Georgia’s POV
The frozen dim light of day caused small puffs of white clouds to escape my lips as I ran. There was no stopping now. The tracks I had made through the forest towards the small village ahead were for a purpose.
Cuts and scrapes from the branches and fallen trees lined my skin, but it was worth it to lead the rogues right where I wanted them.
Their fiery hunger echoed through the forest in a mixture of growls and snarls that caused my stomach to twist in anticipation.
“Sh*t.” The word escaped me as I stumbled over a dip in the ground, running my shoulder into a nearby tree.
“That’s going to hurt later,” I muttered, however, stopping at this moment wasn’t an option.
I had to get there—I had to reach the hideout.
Breaking the tree line, my feet moved faster towards a nearby village with smoke filled air.
I couldn’t wait to lure the rogues into it. They did not know what was awaiting them.
