Greatwater Lake Vann

A sneer lifted his lips. 

Anything is better than nothing. 

White-touched devil, she was. The dark wolf wanted nothing to do with the games of the pale-furred ones. There had been bloodshed for years between the warring families. To see that this woman stood before him, white-taint lining her belly, was a reminder that these lands were different. 

Then you will have nothing. 

The dark wolf’s voice was a hellish sound. Jörmungandr lifted his snout defiantly, turning his single eye away from her unworthiness.