A cruel laugh echoes, bouncing off the walls. The wolf flinches as more blood splatters on his pristine white fur. Then the laughter stops.
The man smirks at the girl and says softly: "Rest well. I'll be back, then we'll see what truly makes the fire bringer burn."
The wolf snarls, and the man says tauntingly: "Sit. Stay there. Good little doggy." He then walks off.
Slowly, the girl lifts her eyes to the wolf's. The wolf blinks thrice: Are you ok? The girl blinked once. Yes. The wolf frowns, but the girl sat up slowly, and he saw that her eyes, once filled with despair, contained a glimmer, a glimmer of wildfire. She lifted her finger, and dipped it into her wound, wincing slightly. She then starts sketching symbols onto the altar. A bright light filled the room, and it was in that moment that Fenrys realised, Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was back and ready to take on the world.
