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merrick's approach was silent, though surya had noted the approaching sound and scent of the man; still, if he'd spoken, the young man might have jumped out of his skin. as it was, he merely turned his head toward his leader, quietly regarding the one-eyed wolf before he, himself, opened his mouth.

did you know your father? he asked, his voice not overly curious or interrogative. it was flat, with only the barest upward inflexion—a meager way to start a conversation.

but what else could he say? the only thing upon his mind was rajendra. . .and the faceless man who'd forever stolen him from surya.