Enslaved twin wolf's

I just want to get home early. I can't stand one more m

orest. I love it here. The tall trees that barely sway in the spring wind, the q

nd giant lizards, the mad croc-genns and shadow walkers. Granted, they were not wrong. But those creatures live on the other side of Quindar, in the

do our best to keep to ourselves), so I know he's scanning the path yards ahead of us, inspecting the trees, the anima

me to know. I can feel it. But it's been so for a ver

rget what it is, who are we are. In those moments, I make hurried decisions and uncalculated moves. Lik

It groans and sinks as it always does, but it's never re

weet Ima," I say and rub her neck. The great cat purrs and rubs against me, threate

e living room, the armchair. "What's going on?" he asks quietly. "What?" I repeat. "You're great at lying, I"ll give you that, but I'm better at it. And I've c

t?" I shouldn't say anything. At all. But I can't

blue eyes widen. "You stole peas?" "Yell out loud for all of Quindar to hear," I snap. He purses his lips but lowers his voice as he goes on. "What are you, stupid? Aranon, but that'

ater from the tap and gulp it down in one go. I miss the days when that could be done while sitting on the couch, and not moving a muscle. "Look, Sae, we don't need that. Look, the hunt is three days. If I win, and I will, we'll get enoug