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Maddox found me pacing restlessly in front of the fire, the chain clinking in my wake.
“I had a visitor,” I told him, pointing to the print, then clenching my hand into a fist to keep it from shaking.
He came close and knelt to observe the giant wolf print. “He accepts you. A good sign.”
“Good? You left me...your healer...at the mercy of a dangerous beast. Chained, unable to run. You must let me go, or give me a weapon.”
“I cannot. A weapon will not make you more safe. Better that you are helpless.”
“Better?” I croaked. I’d already searched the cave. There were no rocks I could lift and use as weapons, nothing I might fight with. I couldn’t even reach the fire to lift a burning torch, to see my approaching doom. “It is a death sentence.”
“Arming you will provoke him. If he is to b
