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Catelyn

           Thehandoverhermouthclenchedmoretightly,shuttingoffherair.Catelyntwistedherheadtothesideandmanagedtogetapieceofhisfleshbetweenherteeth.Shebitdownhardintohispalm.Themangruntedinpain.Shegroundherteethtogetherandtoreathim,andallofasuddenheletgo.Thetasteofhisbloodfilledhermouth.Shesuckedinairandscreamed,andhegrabbedherhairandpulledherawayfromhim,andshestumbledandwentdown,andthenhewasstandingoverher,breathinghard,shaking.Thedaggerwasstillclutchedtightlyinhisrighthand,slickwithblood."Youweren’ts’posedtobehere,"herepeatedstupidly.

           Catelynsawtheshadowslipthroughtheopendoorbehindhim.Therewasalowrumble,lessthanasnarl,themerestwhisperofathreat,buthemusthaveheardsomething,becausehestartedtoturnjustasthewolfmadeitsleap.Theywentdowntogether,halfsprawledoverCatelynwhereshe’dfallen.Thewolfhadhimunderthejaw.Theman’sshrieklastedlessthanasecondbeforethebeastwrenchedbackitshead,takingouthalfhisthroat.

           Hisbloodfeltlikewarmrainasitsprayedacrossherface.

           Thewolfwaslookingather.Itsjawswereredandwetanditseyesglowedgoldeninthedarkroom.ItwasBran’swolf,sherealized.Ofcourseitwas."Thankyou,"Catelynwhispered,hervoicefaintandtiny.Sheliftedherhand,trembling.Thewolfpaddedcloser,sniffedatherfingers,thenlickedatthebloodwithawetroughtongue.

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