Chapter 89

ACHILLES. The small growls fill the air, as sinister as ever. It’s almost like hearing newborn babies scream for food, crying for it. Ready to kill for it. Tristan’s hand starts to shake, making the light from his torch flicker around the cave. The eyes of the Rogue pups seem to dance in the darkness as they follow it, and the scene fuels more shivers down my body. “Are those babies?” Tristan asks in a low, pained voice. “Holy mother of the gods…” I can’t speak, but I’m thinking the same thing. Holy mother of the gods indeed. I had no clue that they reproduced this way. I had no idea that they could reproduce to such capacity. I didn’t know that they kept their young in a single place like this, all cramped up in one cave very close to a big population of people who could be their meals any time they wanted. And to think that one of them managed to find its way to the actual community, right inside a home. The one in the fireplace didn’t get there by accident. It traveled all the