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he came immediately, still cowed by his failure to find merrick's daughter. bruin-witch, surya murmured, tail all but tucked between his legs. i looked, but. . .i am sorry.

slowly, he eased himself down beside the man, though at some distance. he glanced down at the prisoner, wondering why they were going to the trouble of keeping them around. wouldn't they be better off chased away—or dead?

he had thought these wolves lusted for blood. maybe some torture was still in stock for the young wolf, but even so. . .

what can i do? he asked, softly, earnestly.