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's voice, raw with panic, drifted back from the restaurant

never be as imp

ace a mask of horror. The pain in my legs, the agony in my soul-it all

, clean scent of medicinal herbs filled the air. Kaelen w

er, an old, wise she-wolf named Morwen.

lpated my abdomen, her brow furrowed. She glanced at me, a question i

mind-link. "Please. I want

w, almost impe

Morwen didn't use any numbing herbs. She cleaned the burns with a silver-infused salve that felt like fire be

hand hovering over mine. "I'm s

I whispered, my voice h

ned. He had no

shed voices. Lyra was there, her scen

was saying, her voice soft with conce

ne was filled with a boyish pleasure at

have his own minor injury

er expression a mixture of guilt and curiosity. "Did

I didn't hear a thing," I lied. "I must have a

oked r

alls, to wear my mask, to play their game. M

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