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Unimpressive, forgotten land. She’d barely
glimpsed anything on her run at dawn beyond
mist and a few sparrows bobbing amongst the
winter-dry grasses.
Fenrys sat in wolf form at the edge of the
nearest field, staring out across the expanse.
Precisely where he’d been before dawn.
She let him hear her steps, his ears
twitching. He shifted as she approached, and
leaned against the half-rotted fence
surrounding the field.
“Who’d you piss off to get the graveyard
shift?” Aelin asked, wiping the sweat from her
brow.
Fenrys snorted and ran a hand through his
hair. “Would you believe I volunteered for
it?”
She arched a brow. He shrugged, watching
the field again, the mists still clinging to its
farthest reaches. “I don’t sleep well these