Wheeling Gull Isle a fájdalom a harag

the woman backed, but not in fear; the countess silently admired this foolish show of confidence, as her own had been greatly shaken. yet the brine-soaked tones of the other wolfess were strangely comforting, and the pale creature found the tension ebbing aside. "and now you have seen it," erzsébet rejoined dryly. 

pain flared at the first step she took; the countess hissed in a breath through clenched teeth as the other offered her aid. the instinct of the hungarian was to snap, to deny the seawench the luxury of seeing her agony, but in the next moment, erzsébet's resistance died, and she settled upon the sand. "yes." 

her eyes found the sea, and she drifted.