ess murmurs of the fortress below. Outside, the wind howled off the mountain jaggedl
ronger than a whisper. I stared at the golden light pulsing beneath my sk
ly sound in the room. "And Vance didn't let them vanish in a raid. He ambushed them to secure your blood
nveloping my small frame. He reached down, his heavy fin
Because the moment a Sun-Marked wolf kno
When that light exploded on the cliff, it felt lik
aces, dropping them to the floor, and held out his bare right hand. "The energy in your blood responds to
sscrossed with battle scars. Slowly, I lift
na
ushed the shadow wolf, Malakar caught the energy. His eyes flushed a blinding, primal gold. A deep, approving gr
ently, tracing intricate, glowing patter
the raw weight of my magic. "Feel the pulse. That i
earlier wasn't just a shadow-it was a magnificent, white-furred wol
oice echoed in my head for t
ighteen years of silence,
p, metallic *clack* rang out
s carved into the oak wood dissolved into bl
shold wasn't Freya,
f the Shadow Cult-Vance's elite assassins. In his clawed hand,
narled, lunging forward with unnatural, terr
ack with one hand, his arm acting as a iron shield, and bare
ong room to die in
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