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Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight Eira’s cry is not one of forgiveness as she felt the tension rise around them, despite the dissipation of the storm. Noah’s eyes flicked from the wolves at his heels to the Wild Thunder, then the hunter crossed his arms around his chest. He let Sah get out all of his words, standing silently and patiently as the trickles of his passive magic begin to glow around him. Then, it begins. Noah can’t help the way he steps to Sah, the way his body lifts up to its full height and burning celestial energy wraps around him in bright, pulsing waves of light. Hopefully it reminded the once-wolf who exactly he was challenging. ”You have no right, Sah Lovi, to lecture me about my marriage. My relationship with Cordelia is between her and I, and what we do or do not do is not your business.” Noah’s voice was eerily cold, despite the white-hot celestial energy pulsing between them and the way his eyes went yellow-white. ”Though I do not have to defend myself in front of you, you will know we have made amends for the transgressions between us—which were on both ends. And if you come to me this way, I cannot imagine the way you may choose to approach my wife.” Then, Noah’s voice was a snarl, as it lowered and deepened. ”So tell me, do I need to stand in defense of my wife for what she has chosen to do?”