Slave to the Wolf King
And darkness—darkness that loomed on the horizon, threatening to engulf me.
And the darkness was Cazz—his deepest soul. I reached for him again and again, pleading, screaming, begging for him to stop, to return to me, to refuse this—then, as if I’d stood on the edge of a cliff and the earth had suddenly given way under my feet, I found myself tumbling into that pit, that dark, whistling chasm inside him. Flailing, screaming, rocked with pain…
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