She Runs with Wolves
“And there are others?”
“There are, I’m afraid. Wendigos, spirits, tellers, fairies, shifters, centaurs, will-o’-the-wisps…”
“Why are you telling me this?” I’d groaned, the feel of my lips rubbing against the palms of my hands bringing forth a fresh wave of pleasure-pain, a fresh ache pulsating down my jaw.
“There are two reasons. The first is that, as a supernatural creature yourself, now, you have a right to know. But also because you have a choice to make, Ellis. And your horror shows me that your mind is already made up.”
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