ndria

ment and a nearly dry quill out from the bott

most dry, and the nib is split," she whisper

. The muscle memory of holding surgical scalpels and writing medi

closed my blind eyes, focusing all my spatial awareness into my finge

smoothly across the sheepskin as the first line of words flowed out. Relying on my absolute

micro-doses, it cleared nerve blockages. I wrote d

of burning out their inner wolf, yet I needed its violent to

the parchment, Clara let out a muffled g

internal formula for my eyes, I moved the quill to the bottom half of the parchment and wrote

ed the quill onto the blanket, and held the parchme

u read the handwriti

both hands, her fingers shak

ames aloud. "My Lady, when did you learn to write? Your handw

in the dark, you learn to adapt."

ce pitched higher as

-thorn... these are all deadly poisons! A si

e destroys a wolf's spirit. I don't have

le to find a single fla

red. "Divide the herbs among three different apothecary shops so no one c

ment tightly, her voice

searched our room last week and confiscated

est, and ripped the thread open. Digging into the hidden pocket from the original girl

it, gasping at the weight

," I said. "Buy only the highest-grade

swear on my life

o her tunic, Clara unbolted the door, sl

wer. Just as grey dawn approached, a sharp wolf howl tore through the quiet morning outside my window. Seconds