The Wolf's Game
“Fuck you, Nyx.”
“Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.”
Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses.
“Bubbles?” I whisper.
The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again.
Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”
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