ADONAI AUGUSTUS I pulled the reins tight, making my horse slow to a careful trot as we reached the edge of the cliff. Adonis was already there. He stood at the rim, head lifted toward the moon, his massive wolf form trembling with rage.Then, he howled, long and loud, pouring all his fury into the night air.We’d been searching for hours, through trees, over streams, across the cold ridges of the mountains. Now the wind cut through my coat, sharp as claws, and the freezing air bit at my face. The moon, pale and distant, was sliding behind a bank of dark clouds. The smell of rain was in the air.If the downpour came before we found Cedar, the ground would turn slick, scents would vanish, and every trail would be lost. I couldn’t allow my brother to push himself further into exhaustion or madness. Not tonight.I guided my horse closer to him.He didn’t turn, but I could see the tension in his stance, his tail stiff, his claws digging into the dirt.Hoofbeats thundered up behind us. Ica
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