Page 110 of Vengeance Becomes Her

Rhiannon tentatively reached her hand out, running the back of it down the side of the wolf’s face. It nuzzled into her hand before bumping its forehead against hers. Instead of falling through shadow, her head rested there. It had partial solidity.

When their heads touched, the last few months of her life played back to her. All the way back to the beginning, the day she should have died. Every minute of despair. Every roll of anger. Every ounce of bloodshed. It knew about it all. She didn’t understand until it showed her the moment she rejected the Volskruga. The wolf was the manifestation of the power she’d stolen. The power she’d made hers.

They were one.

Seeing that she finally understood, it bowed forward, snout touching its paws in the snow before her.

She followed suit.

When they rose, they did so in unison. Their thoughts, their power, it was all in sync. She now knew how she was going to overcome the Volskruga. She was ready.

She stood adjusting the armor she wore over her shirt. She looked down at her companion. The power within her manifested. Her inner strength made tangible. She could feel its presence, the link between them an invisible tether.

She watched it tentatively as its form billowed and shifted in the freezing air. “What should I call you?”

A smooth, full voice entered her mind. “You can call me Morana.”

She nodded. A smile found its way across her features as she realized she truly wasn’t alone anymore. She had never feltmore complete.

Morana echoed her thoughts with two long howls that were swallowedinto the night.

Part of her worried this feeling of power would be addicting, but she wanted to enjoy this new confidence she had about where the night was headed.

The sun had long set. The streets were still clear. The woods waited for them in the distance.

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