Set Me Ablaze

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She seemed suddenly interested. Was she Valhallan? "I don't," the boy said with a shake of his head. "But their parents are my uncle Collision and his wife Solliel." He knew next to nothing about the male - Crusade's descriptions of him had always been pointedly vague - but Solliel, she had come to Glaciem before and Orica had studied under her for a bit to learn about healing. She seemed nice enough. There had been plans about Gargoyle taking some of the family down to visit Valhalla, but there were the power changes going on, and he had thought it to unstable as of yet. Next thing they knew, two of the once-Valhallans were calling out Gargoyle to cause a little more instability.

So what were the boy?s thoughts on the matter? Honestly, he preferred not to have them. He didn?t want to hate anyone. Didn?t want to see himself angry. He?d seen what happened when other wolves got upset ? it was just a slippery slope that never went well for anyone. So he wouldn?t think about it. He?d focus on what little he had left, knowing that eventually he?d loose them too. But that was tomorrow, and he was living in today.

Even if today was monsoon season.





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