Estrella

The morning after the Haze in Dun’s Crossing, my body aches deliciously. The scent of my mate fills the tent–cool mint and that brown liquor they served at dinner here. After months of running out into the Haze back home, panting and wanting and finding no one, I am finally sated. I can feel my wolf inside me, grinning at the memory of last night. We are closer than ever, just like Mother promised.

My head slams into the ground as the warm pillow underneath me shoots ...