Wanderers Of the Night
No," her voice sounded deadly longing. This is my home and my land. I won't leave her, and... I won't leave you. Sorry. If you want, send Tink one.
“He is also stubborn,” Mirovir grinned gloomily. - He will invent the same excuses, but there is no time to argue.
The otherworlder was still sitting on the grass, his trembling hands fiddling with the edge of his shirt. He turned at the sound of their footsteps, and the werewolf paused involuntarily. Tink's face was haggard and deathly pale, his lips turned completely white, deep cracks appeared on them and drops of blood rolled down his chin. Wide-open eyes burned with a feverish light, horror rushing through them, mixed with expectation.
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