Music is beautiful, the way it dances off the page and floats across the room.

I materialize behind the wolf queen. "You have done well." She spins around with a screech. "No need for that," I say, stepping to one side. Bodies start dropping, eyes grey as always. "You are the last survivor of these games. Do you know what that means?" QuenofWolves shook her head with pursed lips. Perhaps she was afraid I'd steal her breath? Understandable. I grin. "Meet me at This Month. We will decide what happens next."