To Tame a Winter Wolf: Chapter 3
“Next.” The word scraped across my nerves. I stepped forward into the torchlight, heat from the braziers licking at my chilled skin. Up close, the registrar looked carved from the same stone as the mountain—broad, lined, patient in the way only someone accustomed to order could be. “Name,” An older man said. “Eira Ashbourne.” His quill paused just briefly before continuing. As if he had heard that last name somewhere, and he just couldn't put his finger on it. “Age.” “Twenty-one,” I answered as I gave him the letter I had received to come here and register today. He nodded and turned the large ledger slightly so I could see the headings etched into the parchment. Columns divided the page into neat categories—Name. Age. House. Evaluation Status. “You will choose your House,” he sa
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