Maybe Father August is right," Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait." From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table. Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare." Maybe, my son," Adrian said quietly, "you should find your courage." Henry took a labored breath." You want to hunt the Wolf?" He narrowed his eyes, spurned. "All right, then. Let's hunt it.

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