Elementals: Ice Wolves

Rayna was standing ahead of him—after all, she’d physically hauled him up the stairs—and she shot the Fyrstulf her most winning smile, stepping up front and center to present her family history. This should be interesting. “My name is Estrid Larsen,” she announced, which was news to Anders along with everyone else, though he wasn’t surprised. If the f irst rule of staying safe together was never admitting you were connected, the second was never giving your real names. “And my family is strong in ice wolf blood. My grandmother was Ida Larsen, who was a member of the Wolf Guard, and—” “What was that name?” Sigrid Turnsen, the Fyrstulf, was frowning. “Ida Larsen,” Rayna—uh, Estrid—supplied helpfully. “I don’t recall her,” Sigrid said, still frowning. “Oh, she was from out of town,” Rayna assured her glibly. “But to be a member of the Wolf Guard, she must have lived in Holbard,” Sigrid pointed out. The crowd was looking far too interested in this turn of events. Including the mercher, who had

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