This was the test, the brink of failure or success. Dakshana thought him handsome, but that battle was too easily won and that victory too easily lost. She had to trust him, love him. Because he wanted not just her soul but her heart.
The dire wolf - shadow-made, born of runes - smashed through the trees; mortals scattered. Dakshana cried out. The thing had two girls swinging from its jaws. Her friends. Even better. Chadstone dropped into a combat stance, feeling the rush of the hunt fill his limbs. He sprang, twisted in midair, and landed on the wolf's back.
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