His words were echoing through my mind.
He wanted me?
Not because someone was making me take him so I could get my magic right?
Not to punish me?
Not to torment me…But because he wants me?
That seemed a hard realization.
Thinking on made my brain feel mushy and my heart pound and made confusion pour through me. Everything seemed more complicated when I couldn’t just hate Hawk, thinking that he was constantly trying to punish me.
Instead, I chose to focus on the tale Magus had told. About Fury.
I’d never heard a version of how Beasts came to be that originated from a true wolf wishing to be human enough that a fey king had granted him his heart’s desire…partially.
It seemed inconceivable. But then, I’d seen Mages pull trees up from the root. Hawk to be specific.
