Chapter 8 Shifting Devotions

I hissed as Medea’s sword touched my skin, leaving a small, thin red line across my cheek.  

Silver.

Fluke’s once-incessant howling turned to rough, deep growls as she sensed my sister’s wolf, Prim.  My feet immediately stepped back as Medea lunged at me again, this time, aiming for my chest.  

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