The White Wolf Luna
Fenric himself stood in the center, his hands tightening into fists, the pulse of his blood loud in his ears, though whether it was from fear or something else he could not tell.
The first wolves broke through the treeline moments later, their pace slowing as they saw the narrowness of the shelf, yet they did not stop. One by one they emerged, each larger than the last, their eyes fixed on him with unblinking intensity.
And then, from among them, a shape he knew stepped forward, its gait unhurried, its head held high.
Raelin.
Her armor was scratched and blood-marked, her eyes the same piercing silver he remembered, but there was no recognition in her gaze, no sign that she saw him as anythin
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