The Wolf’s Fate
Just a few seconds later, we saw Zaire walk down and approach the cell.
“Connor?” she called. I wanted to answer, but Amoux was in control.
“It’s Amoux,” he whispered, unhappily, “my name is Amoux.”
She just smiled, and my heart was beating faster than usual as she sat down on the floor in front of us with a soft smile on her face.
“That’s a nice name. I am Zaire, and my wolf is Louve. I’m sure she can’t wait to meet you.”
Amoux bared his teeth, snarling at her. She was not even showing fear as she took some keys from the wall and opened the cell, walking in and getting closer to us. Whatever Amoux did, would not work on her.
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