Chapter 92 - In the Claws of the Rogues

As she ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows grew longer and more sinister as the darkness around her. The growls became more forceful and louder, but something wasn't quite right. She realized that this wasn't Masque, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on point, these were the rogues, the actual rogues. Ella froze, breathing hard and gasping for air. She soon recognized she'd wandered into a trap as the smell of danger permeated the air. Before she knew what to do, shadows started moving about her, and she was encircled by a group of outlaws. Their lips twisted back in snarls that exposed sharp, gleaming fangs, and their eyes blazed in the darkness. Counting them, her heart beat like a predator assessing its prey, six, no, eight rogues, no, twelve and they kept increasing in number. She was overcome with panic, but she forced herself to remain composed. Now was not the time to let her nerves go. With a snarl, one of the outlaws moved forward. His look was a twi