Forty. Faolmar

“Help me! Please!” Lyric screamed at the moment the eyes reached her and something heavy came down upon her.
A loud noise like a dispersing flock of birds sounded above her head.
“Help me!”
Light flooded the cave, revealing a huge wolf of gray and white that had jumped onto the bed where Lyric lay, then dropped down on top of her.

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excerpts from the mists of na crainn

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