Dread
made her breath catch and her palms sweat. Her heart was beating in her ears.
Tella was moving so fast that she almost ran straight into Izac, he stood
petrified at the lip of the lake. A black wolf lay next to him growling at the
water. The boy was nonsensical with hysterics. He screamed and pointed to the
shallows, mumbling between quiet, broken sobs, “I can't swim, I can't swim...”"
From chapter nineteen of Tellan.
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