The world was vast, but pockets formed that were warped, skewed reflections of one another. To shun a pelt was just as easily to shun a breed. Khalif had driven that law into his head from the time he was old enough to eat meat. Starving and desperate he had held onto the only truths he knew—he was meant for such a fate, and that the gods were both cruel and merciful. How else could he have survived four years in a land that burnt their own alive?
Her touch made him shudder like a stallion, unsure of the unfamiliar woman’s intention. He craned his neck to focus one eye on her, hearing the tone that accompanied her lament. Something had driven her to come this far north. While he did not know the exact location of Eterne, he knew it was a long way away. “The only family I have is here,” the wolf said lowly, knowing he and his sister were dead to their parents. “Salvia thinks of you as family,” he added carefully, unsure of whether or not the idea of a wolf being related to her might be offensive. Perhaps it was.
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