Command of the Wolf
How was that for a breakup?
Blood swirled into the water, turning it red. Lyall’s arms and legs spasmed. When Moon finally raised his scarlet jaws, turning to look at me through his butterfly lashes for approval, I should’ve been shaking in my sorceresy boots. Instead, I smiled, thrilling on the sensation of my Wolve Bite, which settled back into place on Lyall’s death. Moon had chosen me by reclaiming it.
I raised my hand against the tidal wave splash of water, as Moon leaped out of the bath, then paraded go to me with his head high and his tail lifted.
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