His feet splayed his fist on his hips, he stood with his back to me facing the window. Power radiated from him. I could feel it like a cloak...or a shroud.
The wolves outside the window began to whimper and back away.
Icy fingers of fear crawled up my spine. The hair on my neck rose....
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