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Cwmfen was afraid, and she was afraid of him as she was afraid of no other creature. Why was he here? But she knew why he was there. He was there to find her, and to take from her what he had created her for. She tried to move beyond her fear, but when he looked at her, she was frozen there. How did he find her? And this she did not know, would never know. All she knew was that he would find her. He would always find her and he had. She had been a fool to think otherwise, and she knew it now. The crow-wolf would learn where she lived, which pack she had joined—if he hadn’t already. There was no question in her mind why Ezekiel had been the one made to suffer this night. And he would do it to anyone and everyone until he got what he wanted. But as the white orbs saw the fallen boy, she found the will to take that single step forward, snarling her warning. If he didn’t move away from him now, she would attack.


And then he laughed. The white orbs looked into those eyes that drew her in, that looked over her body with that empty, terrifying pleasure. She had allowed certain males to look over her before, but none had looked at her with such eyes. And she hated it and that laughing noise, felt the hate that was the strongest thing she had ever felt. And yet, she challenged him, almost welcomed him, to come and do what it was that he wished. And she wondered if she felt that way because she wanted to draw him away from Ezekiel or if she simply had become like him. But then the male was backing away, throwing the younger boy at her feet, before he disappeared like a nightmare in the waking.


She stood there, watching the space until she was sure that the wind had carried her father away. And then the fae ran to the boy’s side, a soft whine escaping her. The woad bound maw leaned down, touching the boy lightly upon the cheek. "Ezekiel...?" The alto melody was strong as she called to him, attempting to break through whatever thoughts the boy may have been feeling. And she felt a great shame for the first time in her life that she had brought this upon him.

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