Chapter Seven
Fang rested at the foot of the bed Larraine had slept in, his eyes watching her pace the floor as she re-read Anduin's journal probably the hundredth time. She knew he was worried about her, and was secretly thankful he couldn't speak and tell her not to worry the way Bixby and Gardenia had both done before going to spend the night in another room so she could have her space. She'd spent better than half of the night tossing and turning before finally giving up on sleep, and was up before the sun to resume her ceaseless sauntering back and forth across the room.
"If any Alliance soldier finds this, know that I, Prince Anduin Wrynn, am alive," she read out loud to herself, then let out an exasperated sigh.
"You were alive when you wrote this, at least. What about now? If only you'd turned and gone the other way from the wreckage, you'd be here in this village and I wouldn't be worried half to death about you!"
She threw the journal at the wall, causing it t
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