ALIYA’S POVTrian rarely speaks.I wish he did; he stood there, day and night, but never uttered a word. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. The last time we spoke, he said he was from the North, which explained his pale skin; the Aureonnas had darker shades.“What is life in the North like?” I asked him.“Cold.” Was his only response. It was clear he didn’t want to speak to me.I picked up a book and began reading. I hadn’t even heard him move, but he was right before me.“You move very quietly.”“Do I?”“Yes.”“Every soldier should possess that skill, don’t you think?”“You are right.” I said, not comfortable with a man being this close. He sat beside me on the bed, and it took everything in me to sit still.“The North is more than just a cold place. As I told you before, there are humans, a lot of them, but there are also… werewolves. In the North, the werewolves still live in medieval times, doing things the old-fashioned way—just like the Aureonnas, your people, still do. T
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