The White Wolf's Secret: His Unexpected Luna

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naked through a gap in the logs, making the tiny light shudder as if it, too, was taking its last breath. It illumina

d gently wiped his forehead. There were no tears in my silver eyes. My focus was absolute. Th

ips, and my nose wrinkled. The scent of soul-decay. My ancient spirit recogniz

and gripped mine. It was cold. "The time has come, Lit

etched with swirling runes. A single groove, a blood

drawing a single, dark drop of blood. He guided it into the stone's channel

ath catching. "Go to the territory of the Blac

mmitting the n

. "He... he may not be living well. But his hear

"Tell him... I am sorry. And... m

y small fingers closin

e, his gaze filled with a love and sorrow that

e older than the mountains around us, I began to hum the Sending Song.

the lines of pain on Silas's face sof

illing through the cabin's small window and bathing him in

, and the life-scent of

hed him in the quiet. Then, I leaned forward and pr

ot and dragged my plain-looking backpack from

er pocket. Then I went to the larder, packing the last few s

its weight would seem impossible for my small frame, but

had been my only home. Then I went outsid

ilas's body within the earth. I covered it with a heavy stone sl

I bowed deeply to

the night wind. Without a backward glance, I turned and start