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When Eivora woke the next morning, I had made my decision. I was taking her back to her people, where she belonged. I was also going to talk to them about the girl they searched for. I knew that girl was me deep down in my gut, but I didn’t want to accept it. I wasn’t Queen to anybody. I was a girl who was raised by wolves in the wild and had managed on her own to speak the language of our people by listening to the villagers. I have survived this long because I was far removed from people and their wicked ways.
I was dressed and ready to go. I had already hunted and found a rabbit that I had cooked and had prepared for her to eat before we left. I had combed through my hair and braided it as I waited. Loch and Kara had fed themselves this morning, on the bodies of the three dead men.
