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Chapter Nine: Fulvio and Oro
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2022-03-09 20:02:18Silvia POV
The wolf looms in the alleyway, his fur almost blue-black. The streetlights behind him tip his dark fur with a glow like fire. He looks like he's just escaped from hell. He stalks closer, his lips drawn back from his mouth in a drooling, growling snarl.
Silvia Ironwolf, the hunter mindlinks, You have been avoiding me.
That's all the invitation Fer needs. I feel her push at me and I know this is her time. I glance at Luka--all of his attention is on the dark wolf--before the sweet-pain of my shift takes over and then I am Fer, standing with my tail and head held high, my paws planted firmly on the asphalt. She is unafraid. I am unafraid.
Or so I tell myself.
I do not know you, says Fer and I'm so proud of how fierce and low her voice is, You have terrorized this child. Explain yourself.
I have a message for you, says the wolf.
They say you see the attack fir
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