The Sentinels the roof was pretty windy and she didn't say a word

He limped forward – the lackluster grace in his form spurned more from the depression that grounded him rather than the injury he sustained. Deirdre and Lucani had patched him up – the swarthy man had surely thought himself dead.. but it would seem that fate had been reserved for his father.
 
No sooner did the thought enter his mind did he brush it away, unable to grasp that the world still existed without the steadfast Lasher. He did not know where it left the wolves of Donnelaith --  Emaleth had disappeared in to the night, and Constantine had left his sister to her grief. Perhaps one day she would return to them – but none of them were in any shape to chase down the little witch when she did not want to be found.
 
Now, the only Mayfair’s of Lasher’s remaining blood within the tall sequoia’s were himself, Eilidih and Deirdre. Casmir had not yet made face.. and the swarthy wolf was uncertain if his brother ever would.
 
His thoughts intricate, and yet so detached, he barely noticed the white ghost before him – only until he glanced up, wincing slightly as raw pain from his infected wound shook upward his leg and clamped his chest. He recognized her – but he did not know her. Aria – the now alpha of his father’s legacy.