The battlefield sounds came through the walls.Not muffled — present, specific, the sounds of thousands of wolves engaged with something that was not diminishing regardless of what they threw at it. Julia had been listening to the quality of the battle change across the past minutes the way she had learned to listen to everything through the bond — the specific shift from the organized, disciplined engagement of the battle's opening to something that was beginning to carry the weight of a force that was fighting hard and was not gaining ground.She stood.The healer made a sound of protest.
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