![]() ![]() Slipping over to the dresser, she quickly snatched half of the necklaces and earrings she found in the jewelry box, liking the weight of her satchel more and more. Into the room she crept, nothing but a shift of darkness moving through the shadows. Willa knew she should go, but she also knew that some of the most valuable things in the lair would be in this very room. His hands moved restlessly beside his body, touching the killing-stick and the exhausted dog as he muttered in his troubled sleep. ![]() The man lay with his eyes closed in the bed. During the previous winter, she’d found a wounded wolf lying on the forest floor and bandaged her wounds with healing leaves so that she could get back to her starving pups. She’d seen deer struck dead from a distance, hawks killed in midair. She didn’t know how they worked, but she’d watched enough hunters in her woods to know their wicked power. Willa looked at the killing-stick with dread. ![]()
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