Taboo- Control

‘Well, if it isn’t the Eighth Wonder of the Furnace, a new Werelord the crowds can cheer for. You nearly got yourself killed out there this morning,’ she said.

‘They were wooden weapons,’ said Drew, rubbing the back of his head. ‘What harm could they really do?’

‘Don’t be arrogant, Wolf. Taboo has other weapons, remember – her claws could have removed your throat if she’d so desired.’

‘Whatever therianthrope she is, she’d have risked death if she’d changed and she didn’t strike me as suicidal.’ He looked across the ludus to where the woman sat dining with the other therians. ‘Ungrateful. But not suicidal.’

‘You underestimate your opponent. Had you not considered she has more control of her therianthropy than you?’

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