Lillian grabbed a flaming branch from the fire and slammed it against the wolf’s back as it wrestled with the centaur. XXX The compulsion to breath was too strong though, she felt water fill her lungs and all thoughts of swimming fled. “Yes, yes!” cried Anchius. In the end her father had been imprisoned, unable to scrape together the coppers he needed to buy his freedom. Lillian screamed at the sight of the foreign creature and ran away, but it was an exercise in futility. She looked back at the woods. The vision of him protecting her from the wolf played before her eyes, and she knew that she could never see him as a beast again.
