na Thor
rom the sacred ground when Lyra's triumphant voice call
essened to a fine mist, dripping from the
-the smug, arrogant Corbin and the vapid, cruel Celes
ed a worn cloth bundle at my feet. It landed
le wooden carving of a wolf howling at the moon. It was a gift from Gideon on my first birthday
nd. "Look at that. The entire worldl
rom my core. My inner wolf snarled. *The pup needs to
is merciful," she purred. "He's allowing you to take this trash
forward, their sheer size meant
ly for the first time without a hint of subservience. They were deep, bott
alm. "Do you really believe Gideon's d
a title, the quiet authority
puffed out. "Insolent bitch! How d
took a half-step back, a flicker of primal fear in his eyes, as i
fed. *This pup dar
returning to Lyra. "You thin
s tensed, but a strange, unseen pressure held
y water and picked up the wooden wolf, ignoring the ruined clothes. I
. "You've made a mistake," I said, each word a c
ng. "You're a fool leading sheep to the slaughter, an
n the damp air, confusi
a sneer. "What nonsense are you ta
lips. "Whether I'm mad or not..
he forest. This time, no one tried to stop me. The aura I projected, an invisible man
e behind me. "Mother, she... she
ly was her only answer. "J
nst a trunk, my body trembling. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, and
ing rumble in my mind. *Well done,
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