Curse of the Moon
Not knowing if it could reach him the way it did for me, but when I saw his ears twitch and eyes lost in focus, I knew the message was delivered.
"Your destined, En Kara. Let us cease this quarrel."
For a fleeting moment, I was stilled on my place, his gaze burning something in me and I was all but in bliss of the fire. A movement caught my eye from my periphery. The grey wolf, taking advantage of my stillness, gnarred and unleash itself on me. The primal reflexes were too quick not to lose a hook of my jaw on his limbs. Perhaps I was in a state of shock, or confusion, that I lose myself to my instincts, breaking the bone of that wolf.
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