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Daemi felt Wilt change as she rushed toward the wall, a deep chill falling over the area and a surge of hunger blooming in her belly.
‘Are you sure you can control it? There are men everywhere!’ She shouted the question as she ran, not worrying about the confused looks of those who heard her on her way through.
Yes. It’s okay. It’s … natural for me now.
Wilt’s voice was once again much clearer and stronger in her mind, and there was something more—an edge lacing the words, as though she could sense more of the person behind the voice, feel what he felt. Behind the hunger, the craving for life, was a wave of regret at what had been lost.
Daemi pushed the thought from her mind as she saw another flash of silver in the small crowd of soldiers at the base of the stairs leading up the o
