MOON OF ASHES
“A scout. Testing.”
Ava felt the shard pulse. The presence inside her surged, eager, pressing against her ribs. Her vision swam silver. Take it, it whispered. Take it back.
She dug her nails into her palm. “No,” she whispered aloud.
Silas heard her. “Stay with me,” he said again.
The shape shivered, chains rattling. Then it slowly backed into the mist and was gone.
The wolves exhaled in a low, collective growl. Mara lowered her bow. “We don’t linger.”
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