Twenty Four.
"You done?" I hum at Wells impatiently. "Almost-" The continuation of his tirade falls on deaf ears, as the two of us stand over a map in the center of my desk. Eliette was alone with my know-it-all little brother. Though he overestimated his strength, in my opinion, he was capable of guarding her. Her request seemed innocent enough, but I knew such a tiny thing was sneaky enough to start a war. Even my wolf was restless. But that wasn't unusual. My wolf always seemed to be pushing me lately. I couldn't remember the last time we were in sync. Demanding more than I gave. Pleading for action when I used words. Fighting my instincts just to show restraint. I don't know how she did it so easily. Or made it seem so easy. It was like she was climbing a mountain without losing a single breath.
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