Sacrifices
- M. J. Padgett
- Dec 23, 2022
- 5 min read
Freya sensed my hesitation and looked at me. She seemed to understand me better, to know what I wanted even without words. I focused on her face, eliminating the noise around me, and I felt it, too. She wanted to try. She thought it might be a guild bond—something that grew when we started making our own choices, bringing in huntresses and wolves we chose rather than the ones the elders chose for us. The elders. Blast them and their cursed traditions, and screw half of them for being traitorous jerks.
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