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indent Gabriel did laugh at her comment, amused despite the weight of the issue. Yes, his mother had been involved with Fatin. His mother was the whore of Babylon. It was just something he had come to accept. It wasn’t something he could ever change. “I’d still keep an eye out for some of them,” he said, offering her a faint warning. Even though he welcomed her, there would always be opposition. There would always be one day that a dangerous wolf crossed their border and killed another child. Following her gaze, he turned back to her and smiled again, offering his company.

indent The two walked the shoreline, speaking lightly. Gabriel smoked and Fatin spoke, telling him grand stories. Most were myth, passed on from one generation to the other. By the time they had returned to the spot they had met, the sky was darkening. They parted on easy terms, one making her way back to a wide, deep forest, the other towards the house that not that long ago had belonged to a pack long gone.





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