Son of the She-Wolf. In that bundle, wrapped in an old wolf hide, her son dozed peacefully.
Galina stood near the dark pool, the cold water appearing gloomy and frightening. Her heart froze for a moment, then started beating again, dull and irregular, as if trying to break free from her chest. Snowflakes, like tiny drops of celestial tears, melted on her face, falling onto her unbound hair and the parcel she … Read more