Hushed Willows We crumble and fall, but we don’t break

It came from my mother, Reverie said softly, oblivious to Reina's turmoil. She was reminiscing; caught in memories of a different time. Her family was royalty. But she left all that behind to be with my father.

Everything but the name, And wasn't that odd? She'd never truly thought about it before, but she wondered now if her mother ever missed the life she'd abandoned. I don't know where they are now. My parents. But I guess it doesn't matter.

The future of our family is right here, Her eyes found her children again. They were royalty of a sort; heirs to Hearthwood, if the pack stood long enough to be passed on.