Forty-nine:
Crimson Ashland
There were two wolves fighting in front of me. Werewolves tearing into each other. One of them was Catesby, and the other was Conan. I should have run. But all I could do was stand there in the snow transfixed as the two of them tore into each other. “Catesby!” I shouted as if that would make a difference. “Catesby!”
The wolves were growling at each other, tearing into one another. It was blood and fur. Go, I thought, go. Catesby had told me to run. I should have been running. I needed to get back to The High Priestess, and Zaan, and learn my magic.
Except.
Except I pictured that first night that I was in Castle Lupine, terrified, and the only one that dared to challenge Raoul and his ‘claim’ on me and Ca
