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rapped in an underground room with a crazed shaman. Trap

o crowded, too stifling for me to breathe. All the moisture in my throat eva

ght flooded my vision from the left of the room, where Fenrir had staggered, his body leaching magic through the crossbow lod

d toward me, the scent of motor oil filled my nostrils. When he stepped into a sh

of nausea that made me clutch at

d each syllable. "It drew m

in my room that occasionally showed me carvings of the flying wolf. I sent a burst of magic into my

green. His labored breaths rasped across my eardrums, making my stomac

ay at a time like this,"

Clutching my belly, I doubled over and groaned, wishing

u doing thi

preading the sensation of centipedes craw

disguised as Frida, appeared across

e wrapped a hand around my fo

through cle

are they teaching you peo

anaged to graze his beard on the way down. The wretched shaman pulled me upright again, only to sh

s head snap to the side, and he

keep him unconscious for at

he wakes up and tears of

ing it tremble. I tried to rise off the daybed, bu

listening with lust. "No matter how much he huff

ou touch me, he'll make

me to rise from the dead, j

, accompanied by a bout of nausea

" I asked, already

ted. Grog seemed the type who enjoyed attention-perhaps I could keep him talking for long eno

Beowulf told Alpha Gundahar and me about the deal he had made with Marchosias

my gaze on the shaman and not let it drift to w

lished shaman like you po

, I wondered how he could eat. "An excellent quest

it?" I

t it's like to grow up as a Neutral, knowing there is only one asp

could be like. Mum and I had spent my entire life being shunned by the other wolves and treated