Nyra I woke up to the sound of an impatient knock, nothing like Aria's hesitant tap from before. I sat up on the bed, every muscle in my body protesting the sudden movement. As usual, I was hungry so I couldn't care less if the person on the other end kicked the door down. I needed food. "Come in," I called, keeping my voice light, as if I had any real choice in the matter. The door opened, and a man stepped through. Not one of the usual guards I’d ever seen, or the usual maids sent to bring me food. He was older, maybe in his fifties if wolves aged the same as humans, with a lean face and eyes that didn't quite meet mine. His uniform marked him as some kind of steward, a grey tunic with the Blackfang crest stitched over the heart. He carried a tray balanced on one hand: a steaming bowl of stew, thick slices of bread, a wedge of cheese, and a mug that smelled like strong tea. "Finally!" I said sitting up, my mouth already watering as I prepared to dive in. The moment I r
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