THE LUNA HE SHOULDN'T HAVE REJECTED
u well
ped out of the cabin. Frey was standing a few fee
ery at the left side of the cabin. I closed my eyes
at, and I heard the floorboards
hrough stones filled my ears. This was one gift of mine
irds, and that faraway hum of life within the forest.
cknowledge him. He'd made it his mission to get under my skin, a
ered, not looking at hi
me instantly became an annoyance. "Right. I'm sure it doesn't. But I'm sure
old off snapping back. Why did he h
words to come out as firm as possible, t
d feel his eyes on me-as if he were trying to figure me out. "But, you know,
interested in talking to him at all, but I kept my mouth shut.
hoping to lose him. The distant stream called
lly imagined that I might have indeed gotten rid of him. Bu
ut to the stream?" he asked, not with
tration swept through my body. Of all pl
d, hastening my pace. I needed a moment
enough with this place by now, however. Its cool rush
stop talking. "Is that how it is, th
in sight, the burble of water loud in my ears now. My f
I said, but my voice wasn't
r had I reached the stream than a flash of movement caught my ey
mbers of the
't see me. If they did, there was n
t I was supposed to be far a
as I watched them. My heart p
where I stood. One of them held something in hi
y before they noticed my presence; I was unable
ak I'd seen in my dream. He was too far away
en he hid whatever he had under a huge ro
s it somethi
fingers itched to dig into the earth and find what was c
leave, a little wave of relief washed ov
nst a noisier branch, and it snapped wi
I hissed
escape, but the exiled wolves hadn't tra
them called, his voice
stream, my breath coming in quick gasps as my legs started to
here, concealing myself behind a thick bush, I pressed my bac
bers of the pack trudged on their way. I didn't d
ore rising to my feet and shaking my head. My legs were weak,
art was pounding inside my chest as I reached fo
d against something hard as I dragged it out. Carefully,
r, with the most intricate de
g it. I had seen that anklet on her every day
ought
reathing shallow. What
olen my mot
been th
I panicked. Som
hastily shoved the anklet into the fol
was onl
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