She furrowed her brows in return, when all he uttered was her name. She couldn’t give a fuck about the wolves or his defensive stature, remaining on the edge of the stone, eyes narrowed into vicious little pinpricks. She could vaguely remember some apologies after she’d been revived, but within all the confusion, turmoil, shock, and bewilderment, the Honeybee couldn’t be certain.
Besides, she was full of rage.
“Is that all you have to say?” was a snarl – she could hear Fangorn scurrying back down the rocky steps and Sila landing upon the precious edge with her; some amount of preparation from her companions while her heart fumed and her chest burned.
Besides, she was full of rage.
“Is that all you have to say?” was a snarl – she could hear Fangorn scurrying back down the rocky steps and Sila landing upon the precious edge with her; some amount of preparation from her companions while her heart fumed and her chest burned.
melita
then I became the fire
