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Jon

           Healwayssleptbetterwiththegreatwhitewolfbesidehim;therewascomfortinthesmellofhim,andwelcomewarmthinthatshaggypalefur.Thistime,though,Ghostdidnomorethanlookathim.Thenheturnedawayandpaddedaroundthegarrons,andquickasthathewasgone.Hewantstohunt,Jonthought.Perhapsthereweregoatsinthesemountains.Theshadowcatsmustliveonsomething."Justdon’ttryandbringdowna‘cat,"hemuttered.Evenforadirewolf,thatwouldbedangerous.Hetuggedhiscloakoverhimandstretchedoutbeneaththerock.

           Whenheclosedhiseyes,hedreamedofdirewolves.

           Therewerefiveofthemwhenthereshouldhavebeensix,andtheywerescattered,eachapartfromtheothers.Hefeltadeepacheofemptiness,asenseofincompleteness.Theforestwasvastandcold,andtheyweresosmall,solost.Hisbrotherswereouttheresomewhere,andhissister,buthehadlosttheirscent.Hesatonhishaunchesandliftedhisheadtothedarkeningsky,andhiscryechoedthroughtheforest,alonglonelymournfulsound.Asitdiedaway,heprickeduphisears,listeningforananswer,buttheonlysoundwasthesighofblowingsnow.

           Jon?

           Thecallcamefrombehindhim,softerthanawhisper,butstrongtoo.Canashoutbesilent?Heturnedhishead,searchingforhisbrother,foraglimpseofaleangreyshapemovingbeneaththetrees,buttherewasnothing,only...

           Aweirwood.

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