Tristan fell to one knee, his teeth clenched, Sierra might have taken a step back if she hadn't known what he was, the wolves were not afraid of him. Never wasn't afraid, but growling along with him. She let whatever was happen, and when Tristan came out of it he ssaid the strangest thing. "Why?" Her mind circled and her hand covered her mouth. "What did you tell them to do?" Sierra's voice was quiet, no trace of anger. Concern colored her voice.
He spoke of fairies and elves and trolls, Tristan said he was raised by fairy tales. But she wanted to know what he had done. How he'd done it. She was torn between running home and getting answers but she stood staring at the man on a knee before her. Her heart raced and all color had drained from her face. She knew the answer. But she wanted to hear it from him.
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He spoke of fairies and elves and trolls, Tristan said he was raised by fairy tales. But she wanted to know what he had done. How he'd done it. She was torn between running home and getting answers but she stood staring at the man on a knee before her. Her heart raced and all color had drained from her face. She knew the answer. But she wanted to hear it from him.
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