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What conflicted Niamh most, up until that point, was the fact that she still had some lingering affection for Screech. It was difficult to shake Niamh’s loyalty, once it had been earned, so she struggled to hate him even though he’d possibly endangered Raven’s unborn children. She had been  reluctant to deliver punishment in leaving him stranded at the borders-

—until that moment.

Niamh’s trembling ceased when she learned the truth about Screech. Her memory flashed back to the day when Raven had warned her about Screech- and everything fell into place. Had Raven been trying to tell her then, what Screech had done to her? The fury Towhee felt seeped into Niamh’s blood like boiling battery acid. When the punishment was proposed, her frailty ceased. This was who Screech had truly been, all along. Quixote couldn’t leave Raven, but Niamh...

”I’ll go with you.” Niamh said, voice steely. Part of her was terrified- could she kill another wolf? Could she kill Screech? Possibly not...But she could help Towhee. She looked to Raven then, who had finally delivered the end of Niamh’s endearment toward Screech. She would soften later, for the dark alpha who had been traumatized by the rape from her own brother. Now, though, all Nianh wanted was for Screech’s wrench reign of terror to end. ”I know where we left him, he can’t have gotten far.”