Michael smiled and shook his head. “For me, the necessity to fight a battle is just that, a necessity, a grim and burdensome duty that must be done. For you, it is high entertainment. You like getting hit over the head with swords.”
“Ay, and what would the world be like if we were all the same?”
She glanced up at the sky and nodded to Michael, who withdrew to lead his own riders. She cantered back to her warriors, riding the big bay up and down the front ranks. The cavalry rode the fast feral mustangs. The wolves twined in and out of the lines, padding alongside the troops, eager for the spoils of war. Then Jelena stopped and at a signal from Michael, she raised her swords, one in each hand, and howled in a voice that carried across all the territory, “Children of the Wolves! On to victory!”
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