Rowan · Two years on The dog is called Beetle, and she never did learn to sit. She is five now, and she is enormous, and she has one ear that goes up and one that does not, and when you say sit, she lies down, which my grandmother says is the dog making a point. I got her the spring I was six. Papa said she was a mistake inside four days and has fed her off his own plate every night since, in front of the whole hall, because in this house you cannot even be soft about a dog quietly. I am nine. I should say who I am, because my mother says an account is no good if the reader has to guess. I am Rowan Thorne. My father is the Alpha of Thornridge and my mother is the Luna, and neither of them is what anybody in the south expects, and I am the heir, which is written in the pack book on a page my grandmother was rude about the ink on, and which I have read, because it is kept on a table in the hall and not in a box. My hands are cold. They have been cold since I was four, and they
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