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"I didn't tell you to peek."
There was a hint of displeasure in the voice I heard.
The boy averted his gaze from me.
He made me step back behind him, perhaps thinking that subduing the wolf was the priority.
A blue thread resembling the dawn sky flowed from the boy's hand.
The thread became a butterfly with blue, translucent wings and fluttered around the boy.
"Be quiet."
The moment the boy's soft voice flowed out, a butterfly fluttered its wings and landed on the bridge of the monster's nose.