The Forsaken
My heart hammers against my ribs, but my feet stay planted.
"We sense..." An elder woman says, breaking through the crowd of rogues, stepping into the clearing. "Our Alpha has returned. The Silver Cressett has been blessed again. The moon has finally shone over our land, we will rise again." She prises the sky, ecstatic. "Let us see our Alpha." Her eyes, pale and clouded by age, still manage to find mine with impossible clarity. And then she kneels.
One by one, rogues all around her follow, knees hitting the earth with soft, thudding submission. Like a wave, it moves from the treeline inward, bodies folding, heads bowing, not to the land, not to the sky, but to me.
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