The Butcher's Bride
The corner of his mouth twitched upward.
"Not a fairy, Jinx," Kaelen said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Just a hostage. Go back to Olara. Dinner is ready."
"But I want to see her wolf!" Jinx protested. He looked at me expectantly. "Can you shift? Are you a gold wolf? Or a red one?"
My throat tightened. The shame I had felt back home came rushing back. Even here, amidst the outcasts, I was a failure.