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Mr. Gulley opens his mouth but can’t find anything to say.

“I’m going to go back to my life,” Helissent says. “I’m going to give my lectures and write my articles and attend my conferences, and I’m not going to be some sacred wife to some sacred wolf-gold husband, and if we do have a wolf-freeing kid or a wolf-killing kid, I’m going to be my own ordinary mother, not some mother out of wolf-gold destiny. I don’t feed it, I don’t clean up after it, and if it b— my apologies.”

She looks at the wolf. “If you,” she says, changing the pronoun, “bite me, I’ll make an end to you myself.”

Fenris’ tail wags again, and the building shakes.

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