Book 2 Chapter 85

Hallie

His words held an unknown weight that I understood, but hoped would never happen… though I was reassured by the hand placed on my shoulder. He looked at me like grandfather, the Wolf Monarch does: kind but monarchal. He looked at me as you would your own child, and there was a comforting warmth from his clawed, black auraed hands.

“Worry not little one, as ones who cannot die, it would take