Bab 178: The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Part 2

Note: Edited - 13/09/23

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Despite its flickering form, its outline was distinct enough that one could easily see a great wolf more massive and lordlier than anything I'd ever encountered before. Even lying on its belly, the monster was more than double the size of the two-meter patchwork wolf that the emissary had become. 

"Vargr…" I cursed. 

Bristling tendrils of shadowy fur-covered muscles that would have made an adult dragon seem like a lightweight by comparison. Its huge snout was shut but fangs of a size even taller than a ljósálfar like Lorias peeked out from under the folds of its mouth. 

In my mind's eye, I recalled the emissary's jaws clamping down on my chest, and although the phantom wound from my last death had dwindled since, the feeling of having my body ripped open came rushing back to me as I stared at this new threat. It was all I could do to repress the shudder that went through me. 

"What big teeth you—"