The Black Wolf
The first sip was sweet with honey, it calmed something in me.
We sat together, the silence between us no longer empty, but sacred.
When I had gathered enough calm to speak again, I looked down at the tea and said, “This wolf I have... I’m guessing it’s not truly mine.”
Zevarion nodded slowly. “I didn’t realize it sooner,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t know he bound your heart to Lioren’s cursed wolf form.”
“Why didn’t the gods take it away when I died?” I asked softly.
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