Larksong Grotto doctor sleep

he spoke again, moving to touch her, and vuk felt her heart harden. that he would change so easily behind the back of the one he had allowed to shape the pack, she who had driven away his wolves and stripped away his name, his very identity. he sought to explain, but anger burned hot within her heart as it had not before, and the girl drew sharply away from hiram, tightening her body into a compact shape of resentment.

he had allowed kesheph to come among them, to order them about, to shatter the heart of larksong, and now -- "y-you h-ave no l-loyalty, hiram!" vuk hissed, malevolence leaping into her gaze as she sought to scorch him. "n-not to m-me, not to y-your m-mates, n-not even t-to y-your own g-god." he was a jellylike thing, spineless, molded into whatever was wished of him.

he had let this raas break his own pack upon the altar of his cultish worship and now he would turn his back upon that and all those he had driven out in the daystar's name for what? for her? how could he dare to believe she wished that?