Phantom Hollow Divided We Fall

Mitanni couldn't believe that Malice had left. After everything she'd done to keep Moonlit Hills going, she'd abandoned it--abandoned them--in the most cowardly way, unable to face the wolves that she'd brought together to give them all the facts of her departure. The little wolf wasn't even sure the excuses she'd been given were true as they'd come from another Dark Brotherhood wolf and not her ex-leader, but what else was she to believe?

She moved dismally, head and tail hanging, ears tucked, amber gaze downcast. The bitterness she'd felt on the trip back had dimmed and given way to melancholy, leaving Mitanni questioning what would become of them and what she would do. A part of her wanted nothing more than to go back to her den and curl up, pretend it hadn't happened, pretend that life was still normal. It was preferable than letting her thoughts go on in cirlces as they were.

Before she could get far, however, Judas howled, beckoning the pack in much the way that Malice once had...before she'd abandoned them. The little brown wolf sighed. She ought to go. She'd been there with Judas when they learned of Malice's fate, if he needed backup then she was the closest thing to it. Mitanni turned, backtracked, and joined Judas and Issun in the pack's meeting place, purposefully not looking toward the log on which their leader always perched. She didn't want to think about it.