Chapter 4 · free to read
There is a half-second, right before an alpha turns, where the man behind the wolf can still hear a human voice. She spent it well.
One way in and a bowl that carries sound. Whoever chose it had chosen it to be heard from.
She walked to the head of the line rather than send word up it.
She walked into thirty guns with nothing but a tin star and a story. It had to be a better story than the one Renna was selling.
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