NOLA REYNOLDS

I was just thinking how we'll the man had recovered, how fast even, for a wolf that had been only seconds from the cold, rigid fingers of death, as he stood in the fire-lit chambers of my new maiden quarters, the heat of silence leaving the air tense.

And then he opened his big fat mouth, he had to, the devil never said thank you if I remembered correctly.

“What have you done Nola?” Kalden whispered hauntingly, the drawn lines of his face glazing over as he paced the length of the room, refusing to meet my eye.

A flood of rage so strong I could have sworn...