W.I.L.D.
“—the one who runs shall carry the sound. This refers directly to Serenya’s role. She is the herd, the runner, the wild untamed spirit the prophecy names.”
Charlie, leaning casually in his chair, gave Malrik a look. “Careful, man. They’ve got about a thirty-second attention span for your poetry.”
Cheyenne pinched the bridge of her nose. “Malrik. Buddy. Respectfully, can you translate this into second-grade English? Please. Before my brain melts out my ears.”
Malrik’s jaw ticked, clearly offended, but Charlie just shrugged. “Told you they’d say that.”
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