MATE

Korra’s legs barely held her as the Moonhowl patrol closed in. Their formation was precise, disciplined, and every movement was calculated. Their eyes lingered on her too long, not with pity, but with suspicion, as though she were some dangerous beast rather than a trembling girl too weak to remain standing. Weapons were lowered but not relaxed, their edges gleaming faintly in the torchlight.

Two wolves flanked her in perfect unison, and her body went rigid. Her instincts screamed, ...