Curse of the Wolves
Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes.
After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room.
Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through.
Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a
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