When he finally went to the Mead Hall to eat, all eyes were on him. But none of them spoke to him. Vilkas sat in a corner with a tankard of mead and a piece of bread. Skjor approached him. “Never befriend with the whelps. I’ve told you this before Vilkas. They get killed so easily. The pack doesn’t need weaklings.” Vilkas jumped at his throat.
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [6/?]
“Never befriend with the whelps. I’ve told you this before Vilkas. They get killed so easily. The pack doesn’t need weaklings.”
Vilkas jumped at his throat.
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