When the buzzing cut off this time, it didn’t start back up. “Done,” Brix rasped. My eyelids fluttered, light shining through in quick bursts. Brix held out a hand, and I took it. He helped me sit up, and I viewed my thigh. The most beautiful artwork I’d ever seen now graced the tan and marred flesh. It only took me a second to recognize my wolf—her dark-brown fur with the patch of white. Wrapped around her was a jet-black wolf. Brix. It was a protective pose, but he didn’t stand in front of her. He was a show of force at her back. Throughout the artwork were tiny silvery starbursts. “They’re
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