The bite of winter on my nose and the crunch of snow under my paws were a gentle distraction from the feast in the margrave’s mansion—my familiar was out hunting. Ever since we’d bonded we’d shared one soul across two bodies, but there were times
The bite of winter on my nose and the crunch of snow under my paws were a gentle distraction from the feast in the margrave’s mansion—my familiar was out hunting. Ever since we’d bonded we’d shared one soul across two bodies, but there were times
