Thorn Gray is dead. My pup. Another one. More death. More torture. More insanity. More here.
I pace back and forth and back and forth until I am dizzy with the steps of my paws. Someone has entered the StarScape. I am not alone in here.
He is searching for me but I do not wish to reveal myself. I do not know who he is because he looks so different than who I was expecting. For one, his eyes are a different color.
Or maybe it is him. Maybe it is. Maybe as he runs by yelling my name this time I will step from behind this veil and ask him who he is.
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FantasyNOTE: LAST BOOK IN SERIES. TWO OTHERS COME BEFORE IT No creature can match the breathtaking grace of a timber wolf, the way it's paws silently glide through the snow, ears pricked for sound, ice caught in its thick coat. No creature can match the...
