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“And what do you loathe about me?” he asked, pulling her back towards him with a gentle press of her waist as they ambled down a steep slope. “To begin, your bloodthirst.” He laughed. “Ah, yes, we often despise our own vices reflected in others.”
“You’re the only creature on the earth that’s been given the opportunity to view this war from two pairs of eyes. Don’t blind yourself to one to uphold the lies of the other.”
“Before his mother and the people of Iod were cursed, she gave one last prophecy, for she was blessed with a sight like my own, a warning to her only son, the heir of the Greenwood. A promise that he’d be bound to not one but two caeras. And the second would be a love unmatched, a reckless, ruinous love capable of destroying kingdoms and plaguing the earth. A harbinger of great upheaval and certain death.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.” Her voice was mulled wine, nearly another’s voice and not her own. “Because you wield strange and cruel magic against me. You being near to me alone makes it difficult to think clearly.”
“So, you must allow your wolf to wander freely, to strengthen itself in the wild so that when you must call upon it, it is most powerful in your name. Strop your blade rather than dull it. Sharpen your claws and fangs and horns rather than let them waste away. And be prepared when you at last call upon your wolf. Make sure you yourself are wilder, more feral. More powerful until it is you who eats, you who wields, you who calls upon the weapon you challenged, instead of it you.”
“Very well. Then I’ll hunt you down.”
