WOLF'S CULT (The Circle of four)
the rise ahead, and Hunt winced as much i
wore black, a strange garb, and immodest enough to leave her arms bare and allow the swell of her breast to rise from th
brow, her touch as cool and soothing as spri
recrystallized. Her eyes were as green
nt filling his head. "Who are you? How did you get into the circle?" He watched as she
olv
etimes l dream of the black wolves, or humans. Sometimes it's the w
r a while with eyes of deep and
is my d
he lightning cont
heated water that was by the corner. "Have it your
filled with lightning, storms by Hecate's daughter. Cool his fever, ease his pain so
naged to prop himself on
tepped to him with the cup. And sitting beside
witch. Ar
"l'm a bloody sorcerer. That cup, the thing it
y, it should cure
hing his nose closed and pouring the brew down his throat. "Men are such babies when the
eakly, though the smell of her, the feel of her was v
east not now." As she gave the wolves a
ong e
u're righ
shifted, so she could lay his head in her lap. And there she stroked his hair, kep
Like how lon
You should get
should I sleep not
e fever. Dawn was a misty shimmer lettin
ircle. lt's throat had been ripped open. Even as he gained his feet to s
ed his palm was healed. Only the scar remained. He flexed his fingers,
en a vision rather than a product of a feve
left so much of itself behind. He swore he could smell
e back strong, he had to make do with a l
said she'd known his face. How strange that somewh
kened earth outside it. He set off at
ntains, and the secret dept of the forest. There were no signs,
years had passed. So he sent his mount on a leap over a l
rrounded by the mountains. He loved the sma
exactly the sort of place she'd imagined living in. He craved the hills,
mother sitting in the parlor, tatting lace
ied sisters in their own cottages, with young Nola in the stables playing with th
er to him, and to a lesser extent, Dave had wanted it so. lt stood near a stream, a ri
of Michrie valley had been made when he was born and
ly shook his head at the question in the man's eyes. He walk
rein the hall, his mother's and her mother's tapestries hu
eft them behind, walked up the st
her chair, her face carried all the weight of her grief,
ther
t, held out her arms to him. "I've lost my young
well too. l have
you wil
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