Elf To Tame A Werewolf
'And you should get off my bed', she shoots back, but she yawns as she speaks.
It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, though. I stay up to keep watch, staring at the jars with hundreds of fireflies and listening to the soft music that comes from outside. I'm on edge, though, waiting for the brown wolven to walk in anytime now, claws flashing, and that one eye fixing on me as he advances.
He doesn't come, but sleep does. This time, we don't dream.
RONN
If there's anything that could really drag me back, it's sleep, lots of it. The night before, I had taken more than usual fig juice, and I was knocked out till the tenth morning crow.
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