His cold brown gaze drifts around the quiet,lush green forest. He grips his rifle in his hand,silent as a mouse. His gaze darts over to a bush as soon as he hears the bush rustle. Without making a sound,he points his rifle in the direction of the bush. “Got you now,bastard..” He mutters under his breath. His voice was deep,and masculine.
Comments
0No comments yet.