Aria’s POVI pushed open the heavy oak door; the room was engulfed in the shadows of twilight. Fire in the hearth burnt low, spitting red embers against the stone breast. Northern huskarls were standing by the mantelpiece, their eyes fixed on the bed in the corner, with grim, warrior’s faces filled with sorrow that was hard to breathe in.I pushed the thoughts of Kael to the back of my head; once we were done at the weeping altar, we would go back to Draven’s pack house.I was sick of seeing Kael’s face.Draven was awake.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his wide shoulders bare, his elbows propped on his knees. His large hands were hanging between his legs, trembling with a slight, rhythmic twitching and snapping with a sound of dry pine logs in the fire. The heavy wolf-furs pooled at his waist, revealing the broad, corded planes of his back.On his shoulder blades, the dark veins weren’t faint traces anymore.They were thick, corded lines of obsidian bruises, writhing like a ne
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