The Wolf's Game
A cruel sort of poetry, considering what she’s walking into.
I turn away before she can sense me watching. The castle’s corridors stretch ahead, whispering secrets in languages that are older than Nyxara herself. I have a script to follow, meet the players, play the fool, let a warrior guide them to their doom. Pretend I’m one of them until they start dying.
But my wolf, Alister, keeps glancing back through the glamour. He is restless.
The Game begins at sundown, which means I have a few hours left to remind myself what happens when I start to care. I’ve broken that rule before, and the price still stains these walls.
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