She was tall, likely around five foot nine, with long, jet-black hair that fell in waves down her back. It reminded me a bit of Night’s. She was beautiful, but it was understated in her soft cheekbones, round jawline, and deep, brown eyes. The woman and I continued to stare at each other until she finally leapt down the steps toward me.I flinched as she came to a stop in front of me and the squash plants I was pruning. I half-expected a confrontation of some sort, but instead, I got a hug.“Hello, hello,” the woman said, stepping back to look me in the eye. “You must be Bryn! I’m Octavia Black, and you can consider me your new best friend.”I blinked, my brain slow to catch up with that whirlwind of a description. “I—I’m Bryn Hunter—”“I know, I know! I don’t know if I said already, but I’ve been dying to meet you since you showed up! You’re kind of the only thing the pack’s been talking about. But I haven’t been able to find time to stop by for a visit until today. It’s good that I
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