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The White Wolves circle the house, led by a huge male with sapphire blue eyes. Their howls shake the very foundations of my home. The Elves will defend us. Elves can do anything., Valandil whispers. I grip my sword, yearning to unsheathe it. I should help them. There are so many Wolves. Plenty of tracks lead from the dense forest to the house and the beach, crisp outlines in the thick snow. Youve heard Ravenors order. You need to be protected. Besides, Valandil adds, you are a woman. Women do not fight. They dont? His words make up my mind. I push open the door, and a gust of icy wind cuts through my dress. I step straight into hell. Verond stands firmly just beyond the porch. His arrows fly straight and true, hitting Wolf after Wolf. But closer to the forest, two of the foul creatures attack another one of the Elves. Instinctively I know that Verond cannot fire his arrows for fear of hitting his fellow warrior. I dart across the snow-packed meadow. The wet hem of my dress flaps heavily against my ankles. Behind me Finnrod shouts a warning, but I dare not look around. The light of a pale sun glints on my raised sword. Fury lends me strength, and I lop off the head of the Wolf closest to me. But the other one turns sharply. His muzzle is covered in Elven blood. Out of the corners of my eyes I see the Elven warrior drop to his knees, cradling his heavily bleeding arm. Then the Wolf jumps. His huge body sails through the air. I barely have time to raise my sword. But the beast ends up impaled on the blade. His weight pulls me to the ground. I roll to my knees and search for my sword. It is stuck in the yipping Wolfs hide. But I do not have time to retrieve it. Another beast pounces on me, and I topple over. The creatures fetid breath bathes my face. Fear coats my tongue with its metallic tang. Ice-blue eyes stare down at me, and the White Wolfs fangs gleam like rows of sharp daggers. My fingers scrabble in the snow, trying to reach for a sword which is not to be found. I screw my eyes close, preferring not to witness my own death.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 15:35:08 +0000

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