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© Rootbook

A Rootbook Author
2012 - today
Published by: Rootbook

Chapter 125

ith a fierce sweep of his arm, he hurled the woman from him, and then motioned to the others, as though he were beating them back; it was the same imperious gesture that I had seen used to the wolves. In a voice which, though low and almost in a whisper seemed to cut through the air and then ring round the room he said:—