THE LAST SHIFT: A Werewolf without a Wolf
"Then you really are guardians"
The word still didn’t fit. It was too big, too white for what was in my bones. Guardians were inviolable, unassailable. But I was shaking, all my scars singing, raw, and aching. Kieran must have seen it in my face, for he leaned closer, his whisper coming through the dawn-cold air.
We don't need to be unbreakable, Kaia. We only have to keep standing.”
The ember was pulsing in fierce agreement and for the first time, I allowed its fire to steady me rather than scare me. Maybe guardians were not saints after all! Maybe they were just those who would not bend when the roots stretched once again to strangle.
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