Redhawk Caldera out of feathers out of bones.

Elwood's voice brought her back, and she turned to gaze at him with pain writhing in her. She wanted again to feel comfort at his words, to be relieved that he hadn't reacted with disgust and shame of the pathetic fool she'd been, or of the heartless way she had treated her own mate. But she couldn't, because it was clear in her mind that the only reason he wasn't behaving this way was because he didn't understand.

"He broke the ice," Fin said, determined for some reason that he see, "There was no reason for him to be out there. He went out himself and he broke the ice himself because of what I'd done to him."

"Colt never forgave me," she continued, "He knew what our relationship was and he knew the argument we'd had that night. He blamed me." And to her, that made it fact. Her best friend, her beloved brother. He had known every terrible word and cruel act Hawkin had made against her and yet when her mate had taken his life, Colt had blamed her and raged at her for it, even knowing all that he did.

"I know... I know it's not all my fault." Fin shook her head, trying to clear it and recompose herself, "And I know - or at least I think I know - that Colt was just acting out of pain for losing his friend, and I don't blame him. But I never saw him again after I left, so I can't ever tell him that I'm still sorry for what happened."