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and Katya said yes.
"It's old," he said.
"Very," she agreed.
"I like it."
Ivan said nothing. He was still watching the trees at the edge of the city, the dark line of the forest just beyond the buildings. Then his head turned, slow and deliberate, and he looked at the monastery towers.
His eyes caught the last of the light.
Just for a second, just a flash, they went silver-bright. The way a wolf's eyes caught light in the dark.
He was four. They weren't supposed to shift yet, weren't supposed to have that level of control or instinct. The eyes were involuntary, an old reflex, something that happened when a young wolf felt the pull of pack territory for the first time.
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