One palm pressed against the cold bars, and the other clenched tightly around the copy of the Storm Grimoire. Her mind was restless, and she kept glancing up every now and then. She could hear the ongoing war, every spark, every clash, every explosion, every growl, and cry. From what she could perceive, it seems like the South wolves were also in the mix. That would put their enemies at a huge advantage. She wanted, no, she needed to go out there, but she couldn't. Someone needed to look after the biggest problem right now, and that was the cold-blooded rogue staring back at her. It watched her with an intensity that never wavered. "Are you just gonna stare at me all day?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. The rogue's chest rose and fell; its breath was hard and guttural. That was the only noise that came from it. She pressed closer, and the storm within her surged, as though begging to be used on the Rogue, "You can hear me, can't you? Tied with Elijah from birth. If I could
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