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Sio

He gave me a stricken look, storms in his eyes.

“That’s all?”

It came out like an accusation, like he was angry with me for being mortal.

“What do you mean, ‘that’s all’? That’s an entire human lifetime!”

“It’s barely half a heartbeat!” he burst out.

“Well,” I spat back, “I’d rather live half a heartbeat and make it count than have a heart that beats forever even though it’s empty.”

Wylfrael jerked his head to the side, eyes boring into the fire. When he looked my way again, he was composed.

“My business in the neighbouring villages will take a few days. I will return every night but might be late. If I am not back by the time the evening meal is served, go ahead and eat without me.”

“Alright. I will,” I said.

He lingered, as if he might say something else, but he didn’t.

And neither did I.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE Torrance

What Wylfrael said would take a few days stretched into four, then five. On the morning of the sixth day, I wondered if this was just our new normal. If this was how our marriage was going to be, what the Sio

I was too proud to sit up and talk to him when he returned at night, not willing to show him that I’d stayed up for him even though I hadn’t really wanted to. Every night, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. And every night, without fail, sleep didn’t come to me until after Wylfrael did. As far as I could tell, he never slept in the bed, but spent the nights upright in a crystal chair.

In the mornings, he was gone before I woke.

I spent a lot of my days with Aiko. She took her wedding pla

But... he didn’t feel like a nightmare anymore. And that was maybe the hardest part. I’d long since stopped fearing him, and I had to admit that I didn’t even hate him now. If I hated him, I wouldn’t be lying awake, waiting for him to return so I could fucking go to sleep every night. If I hated him, I wouldn’t have felt so sad for his losses.

And if I hated him, I sure as hell wouldn’t be wondering what he’d wear to our fake wedding. What he’d think of the dress. Of me.

What I felt for Wylfrael was all chaos and confusion. He made me want to understand him. He made me want to scream. Sometimes, at night, I woke up halfway and was sure that he stood near, bending over the bed and watching me, a silent sentinel. I could never quite fully awaken in those moments. Could never catch him, never truly see him. Which wasn’t any different from my waking hours, to be honest. My groom would never die, but he already felt like a ghost.

I kept myself busy during the days while Wylfrael was gone. Even though she was excited about it, Aiko couldn’t spend all her time with me wedding pla

And it wasn’t just the sotasha. There was also Brekken, a massive Sio

“New two-legs. Hello, two-legs. Pretty, pretty, pretty. Pretty two-legs play? Two-legs hunt? Brekken happy. Brekken hungry. Hello, two-legs. Two-legs tiny. Two-legs cub. Brekken love two-legs cub. Love two-legs. Love food. Treat? Treat? Play, two-legs, play?”

“I think he likes you,” Shoshen called over, laughing in the hyena-esque way I’d gotten used to. It hadn’t taken long – he laughed a lot.

Brekken padded along in his jaunty circle, barking and tossing his head.

“Yes! Brekken love new two-legs. Love Shoshen. Love Aiko. Love Ashken. Ashken three-legs! Brekken four-legs! Brekken love legs. Love run. Love play. Love food. Treat, two-legs?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a treat for you,” I said, shaking my head, amazed by this entire interaction. When Brekken stopped walking and stared at me blankly, then repeated his question about treats, I remembered he couldn’t understand me. He only understood Sio

“No treats right now, Brekken. And her name is Torrance,” Shoshen said before turning to me. “I can’t tell you how strange it is to understand the animals now. I’ve known Brekken my whole life, and now I can hear what he’s actually saying to me.”

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” I breathed.

“It is.” He grimaced. “Though, it gets a little dark when he’s going in for the kill on a hunt. I try to tune those parts out.”

Brekken resumed his mad laps around us.

“Hunt? Hunt? Two leg Torrance hunt? Torrance tiny cub. Torrance cub learn hunt. Brekken show. Brekken big dog, big hunt. Brekken show tiny Torrance cub. Brekken teach. Brekken get treat.”

“She’s not going to go hunting with you, you great mad lout,” Shoshen chuckled, leaning against his shovel.

“Torrance cub. Cub learn,” Brekken replied obstinately. “Learn hunt. Learn play. Learn cover shit. No mess no scent no trail. Brekken teach tiny two-legs.”

I burst out laughing.

“OK. How about play? That one I can handle,” I said. I tossed down my shovel, looking around for something to play fetch with, but there weren’t exactly sticks just lying around in a snowy forest of crystal cone trees. Instead, I settled on bending down and heaping snow into my hands. I formed it into a ball, then chucked it as hard as I could.

Brekken went absolutely ballistic, taking off on a tear after a snowball that was just a little too fluffy and that had actually entirely disintegrated in the air.