The Sentinels Too much sauce

Deirdre whispered hope in her ears, telling her it was possible Mordecai was not dead. Larkspur hiccuped and fell still on the floor of the hollow tree, worrying her bottom lip as she contemplated this possibility. If she had washed ashore, perhaps he had done the same, in a different place. Maybe he was even back in Marauder's Keep with her mother and Silas by now. That thought made her heart skip a beat. She longed to see her loved ones, for her broken apart family to come back together. Maybe Pippin, too, had returned and she was the final piece to make them whole again. She could only find out by returning to the Keep.

On some level, Spur knew there was truth to Deirdre's words, that even a good wolf might deal mercilessly with trespassers. And she and Mordecai had crossed a line, however unwittingly. Still, the golden child could not simply brush off what he'd done to her, particularly his deceit. She shivered when he remembered that she'd called him daddy all these weeks and suddenly pushed back to an upright position, gathering her strength to rise onto all fours. She did so shakily.

"Deirdre, what if my daddy's back at the Keep? What if Pippin is too? Will you help me get home?" Spur whispered, feeling utterly drained on all levels. But she needed to see them. They were, after all, the most important wolves in her life, excepting perhaps the fair witch herself, whom the Ostrega loved deeply even despite her defense of her captor.