“What’s underneath?” she asked.
“You’ve been hiding,” he said, his voice soft as rust. liya silver feet
“These are not a curse,” he said. “They are a key. There is a door beneath this city, Liya Silver-Feet. And you’ve been walking on it every single day.” “What’s underneath
He smelled her. She knew it the way prey knows predator. His eyes were the color of tarnished coins. ” he said
Liya didn’t laugh. Werewolves got to turn into something powerful. She just got stuck with feet that couldn’t feel grass, couldn’t feel warmth, couldn’t feel anything except the strange, magnetic pull of the earth beneath her. As if the planet wanted to claim her.