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Another wolf answered, farther out. A haunting sound, the very voice of the wilderness. You couldn’t help but freeze when you heard it. It was the kind of beauty that made you shit your pants.
Apparently his silence spoke for him.
His mind refused what his eyes reported.
this is the one thing I can do that you never could: I can handle appearing to lose.
accustomed to inactivity and prepared for violence.
her father’s open, honest refusal to be more open and honest.
When the sands were running out of the glass, delayed justice was as bad as injustice.
