Kingdom of Ash

that happened to me is because of you.”
Kneeling on that veranda in Doranelle, in a
palace he’d hoped to never see again, Fenrys
fought the bile that rose in his throat. “I’m
sorry.”
“Sorry, but would you change it? Was I the
sacrifice you were willing to make in order to
get what you wanted?”
Fenrys shook his head, but it was suddenly
that of a wolf—the body he had once loved
with such pride and fierceness. A wolf’s form
—with no ability to speak.
“You took everything I ever wanted,” his
twin went on. “Everything. Did you even
mourn me? Did it even matter?”
He needed to tell him—tell his twin
everything he’d meant to say, wished he’d
been able to convey. But that wolf’s tongue
did not voice the language of men and Fae. No
voice. He had no voice.