The Rise Of Talullah
The shadows parted, and a wolf stepped into the moonlight.
It was utterly monstrous – significantly larger than Taylon, its coat a dirty, chaotic mix of black and rust. But it was the creature's face that made the blood freeze in my veins. Across its left eye was a sickening, jagged white scar, a horrific mirror to the one Ronan bore.
The beast locked its remaining, blood-red eye directly onto me, sitting trembling in the back of the SUV, and let out a chilling, human-like scoff.
"Well, well," a dark, raspy voice echoed through the mind link, projected for all of us to hear. "The lost Princess finally comes out to play."
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