Swiftcurrent Creek Got Another Whiskey Waitin' on Ya

It was difficult for her to decipher how Whisper could offer thanks for the pack's support, only to throw it in their faces in the next breath. Durnehviir felt her emotion flare, a flurry of hurt and frustration that bubbled within her breast, and she held her breath in attempt to maintain her concentration. How was it that, after five months of companionship, her golden subordinate could suddenly decide that pack life was not for her?

She had thought Whisper a friend. For a long time when they called Ravensblood home, their numbers had been so few that Durnehviir had looked to Whisper fondly as her only female comrade, someone she could confide in. She felt used now, staring emptily at the golden-eyed wolfess who intended to leave them now that Winter had withdrew its bitter cold.

"How can you say that?" Durnehviir asked, her words weighted by frustrated sorrow. "You've always belonged."