Greatwater Lake with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

And for a moment Damien thought their interaction would be short lived, that the light of their relationship would be snuffed before even existing and he tarted to turn in dismissal of their encounter. But her delicate lips of night formed a mix of words that Damien never expected to hear from this stranger. 'Does Blackfeather still stand?' Like a marble statue Damien freezes, every inch of fur standing on end as he aborts his previous movement and returns to process the situation.

The mark upon his shoulder had faded long ago, and the scent o him bore nothing but trails of his lover and a few others that no longer carried the mark of Blackfeather. The only logical explanation for her having tied him to Blackfeather Woods was if she knew he ha history there.

Cold, menacing eyes bathe he night sylph with distrust, and he presses forward with a preventive step. He knew not how far Kove's control of the business had grown, but he wouldn't just drop his defenses when a red flag like this went up so obviously.

What do you know about Blackfeather he asked. Somber, demanding. Whatever she knew he would make her confess one way or another.