11 Mar 2023

Chapter 2

14 min read

And suddenly, genetic memory awakened in Freya as she realized crystal-clear. She heard claws. Long, thick, deadly claws. "I didn't take a knife," thought Freya, "what a fool I am." "Stop!" she yelled, "I have a knife!"

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