The Witch’s Apprentice and the Wolf
I climb the ledge, watching balconies and noting shadows and exits.
Until suddenly,
Her scent slices through me, sharp as a blade to the gut.
The bond twists inside me. For a moment, I can’t move. My claws scrape the stone, and my jaw aches from clenching.
Confusion ripples through me.
And yet,
I see her.
On the balcony above the gardens, bathed in silver light. Hana. My curse. My mate.
She shouldn’t be here. She can’t be here. Only kings, queens, their chosen heirs, and their most trusted. A stranger like her has no place in these walls.
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