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They're both coming into their own, but they still have a long way to go.
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He really needs to find a way to come clean. Hopefully without losing his new friends in the process.
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Soren is absolutely one of my more complicated characters. There are times I want to yell at him and times I want to just hold him and tell him everything's going to be okay.
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AMBER “As of the first of Lenaer in the year 1440, all students attending public schools from the age of 20 down shall be permitted one class period a day for physical exercise. In addition, the registration of any student suffering from Aera Saleinus and living in a pack house as listed under Amber’s Law 1329c shall be ended so long as the student is under the age of 20 and still living under pack law. This law has passed by a vote of seven to five.” Amber set the sheet of paper aside, h
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Absolutely. A relationship started on a lie is no relationship at all.
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The cinnamon wolf trudged through Elias Academy, ignoring the stares following him. None of them mattered. For two weeks, Soren had been on top of the world. For two weeks, he’d had a friend, someone who wanted to spend time with him. And he had thrown that all away. How could he have been so stupid? Hi. I’m Soren. I’m a mage who can turn into a wolf. How hard was that to say? But no, he had to pretend to be a werewolf. He had to forge a fake claim on someone, trapping himself even furth
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And not untrue. I strangely remember the distinct ache that comes from chewing fabric.
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It is always good to be mindful of the past. Having to walk past your future grave, not so good.
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Death brings many emotions. Remorse, grief, sometimes even relief.
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AARON The Hall of the Dead stood open to the public. Aaron watched on the tv in his room as crowds stared at King Finley’s body, laid out in state in the royal catacombs. Around him, six guards kept the viewers at a respectful distance, their dark azure uniforms bearing black capes out of respect for the dead. It had been three days since the werewolf had found Finley, dead from sepsis. There had been a more private vigil held on the second day, in the palace itself. Then the palace had b
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Horses nickered as Khurtschono travelled down the line of stalls. The doors fell open, and she followed the horses as they wandered into the morning pen. Locking them inside, Khurtschono turned back to the stalls, grabbing a wheelbarrow as she went. Horses didn’t understand the Silence. Chores still needed to be done, even if today was a sacred day for all nekos. She shouldn’t be down here. Manure flew into the wheelbarrow, and Khurtschono shoved the plastic tines of the muckrake through saw
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ITUMAK The neko was totally checking him out. Itumak had noticed it recently, more and more as he hung out with Ren after work. It was the same look everyone seemed to give, and the white neko wasn’t sure if it was just his wolf reading into things that weren’t there. If it was anyone else, he’d feel them out, see if they actually wanted to do anything. But Ren was a coworker, and worse, he was not a wolf. Itumak wasn’t sure he could be responsible for turning the neko. Which was an eas
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Oh no, River doesn't think Soren is a werewolf, he thinks Soren is a mage.
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Connor’s feet skimmed the track, streaking together as he focused on speeding up. Eighty-metre strides were a much-needed improvement over the endless block starts Alastair had forced him through that morning — slip up one time in a meet and the coach was merciless, even if Connor had still managed third place. The cones blurred past, and Connor began decelerating, moving off the track as Brienne took his place. Jason and Dylan were both missing. Brienne had mentioned the nekos were both off t
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Well, let's hope it's not actually deadly. He does have a nation to rule over. Someday.
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Alas, the world of politics rarely allows for justice to be served.
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Aaron is certainly learning. Hopefully his wolf side doesn't get the better of him.
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The first years of being a werewolf are definitely a struggle.
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AMBER The queen of Astara wrapped an arm around her son, holding him close as the council door closed behind them. “You can’t win all of your fights,” she said gently. “I know. I fucked up,” Aaron scowled. “You did,” Amber agreed with a sigh. “The council didn’t know you were a werewolf. And they shouldn’t have been told. There are people on the council that will make your life miserable every time you try to pass a law now.” “Like Dowager Finley.” “Father isn’t on the council Aar
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Thank you so much I must admit I've had other projects on my mind, but hopefully I'll be able to keep Amber Waves and Connor and the Wolves going together.
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Yeah, he's definitely in a tough spot.
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Soren jogged slowly down the road. His legs had fallen into a comfortable numbness two kilometres ago, leaving him free to run mindlessly. It was the perfect time to think. He couldn’t avoid Kurt forever. Leaving for school half an hour early to avoid seeing her on the road wouldn’t shield him from her rage when they were at school. Soren would certainly have to face her in the WolfRoom. Hopefully, with Samuel’s help, the meeting wouldn’t blow up too badly. His phone vibrated in his pocket.
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AMBER The car pulled up in front of the palace, and Amber stepped out, the chill of magic crawling across her arms. She took a deep breath of free air, instinctively tensing for the inevitable pain that would come with the arrogance of such a breath. But no pain came, and the queen let out the breath slowly, before stepping up to the palace doors. The illusion dripped from her as the palace doors closed behind her. Dowager Finley and Prince Aaron stood waiting, the elf typing furiously on
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Yeah, all calicos are considered priests of Tareth, even if some, like John, don't really believe in the gods. More specifically, eingar like Khurtschono and Catherine have the responsibility to bless newborn calicos.
