Freya AshwolfRowan set his empty wooden bowl onto the rough oak table, his face flushing dark with rare, quiet pride. "Thank you, Freya. Let us finish our meal."My younger brother had held this ambition inside his chest for months, too buried in shame to speak it out loud. Now that he knew his elder sister supported his path, a bright, dangerous fire burned in his wolf eyes. He eagerly devoured a second serving of the roasted venison.When we finished eating, I reached out to clear the grease-stained wooden trenchers from the tabletop, but Rowan instantly caught my left wrist, stopping me in my tracks."Freya, do not strain your shattered shoulder with heavy labor," Rowan commanded, his youthful voice dropping into a stern tone. "Leave the heavy lifting to me. Go back to your chamber and let your bones rest under the shadow-herbs."I managed a soft, weak smile. "Thank you, Rowan."Returning to my small sleeping quarters, the thin smile on my face dissolved into absolute nothingness.
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