Have It In My Palm

When people saw the towering, seven-foot-tall wolf with a scar over its left eye, they scrambled from the streets, some diving straight into their stalls for cover.

Even veteran winter knights froze in their positions, unable to move until the wolf walked past them. The sheer pressure it exuded nearly drove one of the knights to his knees, but his comrade steadied him with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Sirius, you're frightening the people."

Asher glanced over his shoulder, squinting at Sirius, who was busy taking in his surroundings. He found this new environment… strange.

Had Nineveh grown smaller after his death?

"Sirius."

At the sound of his name, the wolf's ears perked up. It turned toward Asher, noting the faint creases on his forehead.

Just as Sirius was about to shrink his form, a voice cut through the air.

"Let him be," Lord Winter said. "The people need to know that Kryos has his wolf."