It had been a long night, and she should be exhausted and ill tempered, but a smile pulled at her lips and she sang a little louder. The parcels on the back seat threatened to fall over as she swerved around another turn. Lora was in a very good mood and pressed her foot down a little more on the accelerator. They swirled up as the car raced through them. The autumn trees sending drifts of coloured leaves across the tar. Her Jeep veered around a sharp bend as the road curved its way through the hilly landscape toward her hometown. Lora tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she sang along with the song on the radio. Make sure this thing knew it was not welcome, that he did not want it here. He would need to keep a close watch on the borders of his home. The red wolf pulled his mouth tight, causing the canines that stuck out a little unnaturally below his top lip to become more exposed. A thing not dissimilar to himself, but different, strange. He pinned his ears flat – something was coming. The red wolf paused his slow saunter along the rocky ridge and looked out toward the southern horizon, inhaling. Robert Jackson Bennet Deviders\Tristan_wolf.jpg Prologue Deviders\TCdivThornybranch.jpg Then it will be as if the caterpillar never was and there was only ever a butterfly. For a caterpillar to become a butterfly, it must forget it was a caterpillar at all. Who read this one first Deviders\TCdivgrass.jpg Part One: Tristanįorgetting is a beautiful thing. Deep World Blood Deviders\TCdivFloral.jpg
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