Elf To Tame A Werewolf
Provoked, I reach out and grab it.
The pain strikes through my arm, sharper than a knife, making me gasp with surprised pain. My fingers tingle like I'd dipped them in icy cold water. Something is surging within that arm, and I push away from Saelyna as the throb intensifies. 'What the….? What is this?!' I yelp. 'That's what the fuss is about,' she grimly, 'You saw it in your dream, didn't you?' 'Yes I did, but it didn't sting'. 'An ordinary book,' she muses, 'And this much power'.
Indeed, my arm still aches, but the tingle that tells me about the iden's desire to be free intensifies, and I bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out.
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