I knelt on the damp grass near the stone wall, pulling my thin jacket tighter around my shoulders. I had a small metal trowel in my hand, and I began to dig into the soil to gather the roots the cook had asked for.As I worked, something shifted.It did not feel like an explosion. There was no sudden rush of heat or dramatic strength. It felt as if a heavy wooden door inside my mind, a door I did not even know was locked, had quietly moved open by one single inch.My wolf, which had been silent and flat for a while , slowly lifted its head.Suddenly, the cold air around me changed. It was no longer just cold. It was full of information. I could feel the distance between the trees. I could hear the faint, trickle of the water fountains three hundred yards away. I could smell the metal of the outer gates and the distant, cold stone of the mountains.All my life, living so close to Margot had thinned everything inside me. Her presence had always acted like a blanket, smothering my own na
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