Elf To Tame A Werewolf
'Maybe not', he says, 'I think he's making hybrid creatures, more abominations'.
Argell leans forward and Veesa slows down on her knitting. 'How sure are you?' Haron asks gently. Caivan skims over mine as looks at our faces, reading our interested stares. 'You've seen them'. 'Cyran here killed one in the forest across the water, while Gylen was attacked by another that got away' Argell remarks, waving a hand in our direction, 'It was made of a wolf and a deer'. Caivan gives Cyran a queer gaze, and I feel my arms stiffen, but it's not my doing. Sometimes, it's easy to forget the limits of our connection, and we cross thresholds. Cyran clenches his jaw, and I feel a sudden reluctance that tell
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