noah was at her doorstep but he didn't look in the right mind.
he didn't look like himself either. his normally clean shaven face was covered in hair. he reeked of alcohol and sweat.
❝why have you been avoiding me?❞ he asked vehemently.
she couldn't find any words. all she remembered was what happened to her mother and her fear that it would happen to her too.
he forced himself into her flat.
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Short Story*BOOK TWO IN "PROWLERS" SERIES* -it's recommended that you read Book One before this books- noah is a photographer. he loves the way the world looks through the lens of his camera. he loves the stories they tell. he loves that they capture everyth...
