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Bran

           "Yourfear."

           "Itisn’t.I’mnotawolf."Yethe’dhowledwiththeminthenight,andtastedbloodinhiswolfdreams.

           "PartofyouisSummer,andpartofSummerisyou.Youknowthat,Bran."

           Summerrushedforward,butMeerablockedhim,jabbingwiththethree-prongedspear.Thewolftwistedaside,circling,stalking.Meeraturnedtofacehim."Callhimback,Bran."

           "Summer!"Branshouted."Tome,Summer!"Heslappedanopenpalmdownonthemeatofhisthigh.Hishandtingled,thoughhisdeadlegfeltnothing.

           Thedirewolflungedagain,andagainMeera’sspeardartedout.Summerdodged,circledback.Thebushesrustled,andaleanblackshapecamepaddingfrombehindtheweirwood,teethbared.Thescentwasstrong;hisbrotherhadsmelledhisrage.Branfelthairsriseonthebackofhisneck.Meerastoodbesideherbrother,withwolvestoeitherside."Bran,callthemoff."

           "Ican’t!"

           "Jojen,upthetree."

           "There’snoneed.TodayisnotthedayIdie."

           "Doit!"shescreamed,andherbrotherscrambledupthetrunkoftheweirwood,usingthefaceforhishandholds.Thedirewolvesclosed.Meeraabandonedspearandnet,jumpedup,andgrabbedthebranchaboveherhead.Shaggy’sjawssnappedshutbeneathherankleassheswungupandoverthelimb.Summersatbackonhishaunchesandhowled,whileShaggydogworriedthenet,shakingitinhisteeth.

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