The Were-Wolf
taken detached motion. A darker shadow stayed and faced Christian, striking his life-blood chill with utmost despair.
Sweyn stood before him, and surely, the shadow that went was White Fell.
They had been together—close. Had she not been in his arms, near enough for lips to meet?
There was no moon, but the stars gave light enough to show that Sweyn's face was flushed and elate. The flush remained, though the expression changed quickly at sight of his brother. How, if Christian had seen all, should one of his frenzied outbursts be met and managed: by resolution? by indifference? He halted between the two, and as a result, he swaggered.
"White Fell?" questioned Christian, hoarse and breathless.
"Yes?"
Sweyn's answer was a query, with an
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