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Dante
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My father Galahad has dropped by to see me. It is early afternoon. I am sitting at the small table in my kitchen having a mug of tea and my Dad is drinking red wine, a norm for him.
"Father, why has she forgotten her wolf?" I ask him.
"She hasn't, but her wolf is in pain as it isn't with it's mate and can not be controlled by any spell or vision you give her. Her wolf may choose one of two things."
"Yes," I eagerly wait.
"If Amaryllis's wolf was not that attached to her mate, she may drift away and let Amaryllis become yours..."
"I don't want Amaryllis to lose her wolf," I exclaim.
"Or if they were strongly attracted to each other, then her wolf will keep trying to remind her," my Father continues.
"At the end of the day it all comes down to what Amaryllis wants
