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Cage Prickly Bird

Deanneth

When Clara decided on a whim that she wanted to chat with my half-brother, at first the thought annoyed me. I suppose my brother still had his charm intact. He was supposed to be the leader of the Dark Shade after Arinauld died. My sire had taught him well, or maybe his regal bearing was far more authentic than mine. There was a flavor of noble melancholy about him as well. Perhaps that was what drew her to him. I congratulated my brother’s cunning. I guess the old devil still had it in him.

Obviously, Bruess needed to be disciplined, but the thought bored me. I had years of experience of thinking up new ways to humiliate Bruess, but he was surprisingly resilient. The problem with tormenting my brother was that the other werewolves of the pack were starting to notice his strength. He bore each new punishment with fatalistic grace that annoyed me. He was starting to win back the admiration of the pack, and I knew that he still had the ears of several Councilors, including Lor
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