The crack in my foundation

He growled softly, through he had known it was a long shot. Zee and Azure hadn’t broken any bones in their life - unlike the rasher Warlord. But there was no doubt. One small wolf with horns, and a larger one with thicker front paws at a campsite his wife and child had slept out?

If he had any doubt, Tamsyn would never have been able to pry him away from the scene. That would have been bad for both of them, but it was the hard truth. He looked down at the injured wolf, and his guilt and grief blurred together with such strength he wanted to slap her. She had pulled him away from Zee, when the quiet and inevitable would have engulfed him. It might have taken him a lot longer to burn to death on the smouldering ground then it had taken Zee and Azure in open flames, but it would have taken him in the end.


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