![]() Fire Wolf
-- SNEAK PEEKS: The wind picked up, howling through the unsheltered channel. It prickled every inch of Myah’s skin, blasting through her damp clothes. A chill raced up her spine when the gust died. It was not the wind marking her end, but the cries of the wolves. Myah would die to their song. -- “I find you baffling.” He laughed quietly. “I get that a lot.” “If you don’t want to blackmail me, then what do you want?” she pushed. He leaned forward as if to get a better look at her in the moonlight. “To test a theory.” “And what is your conclusion?” She was curious now, much less afraid, although still untrusting. “Undetermined …” -- Garrett’s breaths were becoming ragged. His blood, warm and hot and sticky, dripped down his chest. He could feel the moisture on his skin. He blocked a swing aiming for his head, and then took a knife to his left side. It was shallow, but his muscles knotted. He stumbled backward, lost his footing as he slipped in the snow, and went down hard on his side. When he looked up, the man’s arms were raised over his head, the blade angled to drive it through Garrett’s chest. His breath caught. ![]()
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