ollow thump that echoed too
er weight. The interior smelled faintly of pine, old leather, and somin his seat, gri
imed, clapping his hands once.
s smile was wide and easy, the kind meant to disarm. But his eyes-sharp, dark, restless-missed
est. "I drive everyone important.
the station. The road narrowed almost immediately, winding upward between thic
ingers interlaced to keep them from
htly, as if the words were a joke rather than a fact. "
en the name of her former life aloud. The distanc
o conversation with the enthusiasm of s
of the Wolf.' Very old name. But do not worry-the wolves here, they are... how do you say... community
at wolf who guided her home beneath the moon. His voice rose and
trees blurring into dark streaks. "D
lklore enthusiasts. People who like myster
o her
er h
sture, the tension in her shoulders, the stillness she hadn't realized she was h
ffi
sent a small chi
" Mircea said casually, as if comm
in the mirror. "Y
ile remained, but something tightene
rply, and the valle
s huddled together, smoke curling from chimneys, narrow streets threading between stone and ti
erched high on the north ridge,
loo
e-a dark silhouette against the fading sky, bro
ollowed
said. "North ridge. It
some of its p
," he continued. "Str
th a carved wooden si
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s smile
econd-but it
uietly, eyes fixed on the road now. "Her
ed deeper in
" he added. "And the
etween them, heav
pulse quickening as the truth beneath
ding to be for outsiders, sh
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