Lynnor, finally free from her restraints, stumbled back, eyes wide. "It was you," she whispered. "The wolf in the trees…"
And yet, somehow, she didn't run. Back then, she had her suspicions about what happened to the wolf, and she was sure it was gone. But no, this changed everything.
A thought lingered in the back of her mind. Was this Aramith using its power he'd absorbed, or the wolf trying to survive after consuming him?
The wolf looked nothing like the one from before. It was taller now, leaner but far more menacing, its fur darker than night and bristling like razors. Its growl wasn't loud, but it rumbled through the air like distant thunder. Even standing still, it looked like it was seconds from lunging — from killing.
