Fraya
I stare at the woman I have called my best friend since before I can remember and I watch as she falls apart. I know she is filled with grief, I know she is hurting in ways that I can only imagine. If her pain is only a fraction of what I felt when Donahue’s heart stopped on that battlefield, then I can understand why she feels the need to hurt someone. f**k, I killed two high lords, tucked the life right out of them and was ready to kill every being in this world if that is what it would take to bring him back. Luckily Eleanor doesn’t have the power I hold right now or we would all be dead already.
I watch as she paces up and down, her nails lengthening into claws and her teeth sharpen. Fur replaces skin and soon paws are where her hands and feet were. Her black wolf stares back
