Whispers of the Wild Hunt
But, if I turn my head fast enough, I can sometimes catch the curtains of a nearby house falling back into place.
Loud voices ring out from the war room before we even make it down the hall, though not loud enough for me to make out words. But someone sounds angry. And judging by the tense shoulders of my mates, they can hear what is being said, and they aren’t happy about it. Something slams, while chairs scrape against stone floors, and the voices steadily rise. Tapestries filled with frolicking wolves, and what I’m sure is the royal family, line the walls.
Until Talon shoves open the wooden doors, without a hitch in his stride. His presence swallows the room in an instant and all sound ju
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