Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

The silence lingers thick between them and she watches the wheels turn Radova into her decision. For a moment, Thuringwethil expects her to leave without a word—she isn’t going to lay a red carpet down for the female into Drageda when she can barely trust the wolf that came up from Seageda. Azgeda had removed the woman from their ranks, cast aside because of her, but giving a home to someone she cannot trust isn’t exactly in her future.

Radova turns and casts her goodbye over her shoulder, dropping it on the ground between them as if it meant nothing. Thuringwethil clenches her jaws and swallows the lump in her throat, she struggles to keep her feet into place when closing the distance for blood coaxes her mind.

“Leidon, Radova,” she sneers, making her own turn to return to the pack lands.