If you enjoy music while you write, try "Hope" by Nathan Wagner. It's what I was listening to while writing this chapter and the next!
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AARYN
Aaryn held his breath, his chest pumping with the emotion coursing through him as Elreth held his eyes and signed, 'All hail the disformed.' Aaryn wanted to rush to her, but he couldn't. The tradition. It had to be fulfilled.
His chest squeezed with both pride and more than a little grief as Gar, his brother of the flames, approached their Queen, Aaryn's mate and, brimming with Alpha power, shaking with restraint, knelt before her in submission.
Behind Aaryn the disformed watched, none of them moving or breathing. All of them leaned in, their ears perked for every sound, every word.
"I am Alpha of the Disformed," Gar said, somehow managing to convey both pride and humility in the statement. "The Disformed submit their will to the Queen. We are Anima. Do you judge us true? We would be called to join the tribes. Would you call us?"
