THIRTYSEVEN-WHY
I didn't feel the heat anymore, not since the baby. Instead that faded warmth had been replaced by a fierce maternal instinct. Maybe that was why I was tracking through the woods for a lost child despite the setting sun and the impending heat of every wolf in the kingdom. Or maybe it was the whisper of Artemis that still lingered here. I had heard her, in the pack house. "I'll take the north and the east." Her words still echoed through my mind as I trudged, clutching the rusted dagger. I told myself it was for my own protection, but deep down I knew the real reason I carried it. I lusted for a flash of white blonde hair through the trees, I longed to stain the white with red and bury it deep beneath the hollow of a tree. I imagined myself watching the last of the blonde stained crim
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