Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets
Then, after a pause, "Not bad."
The chamber hummed faintly, the air alive with old magic. This was the testing room. Where wolves were measured at sixteen—strength, affinity, control. The pool at the center churned softly, though no trial was being conducted. No reason for the waters to move at all.
My lips pressed together. Six years ago, the water had done the same thing. I hadn't known why then. I knew now.
I felt the priest's stare again, heavier this time, no longer pretending. I bit the inside of my cheek, jaw tightening, and turned my head just enough to meet his eyes.
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