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The white-haired woman bobbed her head. She was genuinely glad to hear about Stark's vigilance. Perhaps it was the mutual distaste for Reek or perhaps time really did heal wounds, but where normally she would have targeted any child of Reek's that did not belong to her, now she felt pity for them and those who took care of them. If Reek could not have them by the will of other wolves then he would stoop to kidnapping them. He'd proven it with her girls, and surely if he couldn't have her girls then he would go after Tam next.

"I hope you're right," she responded. She didn't want to be negative and despondent about it, but she was only one wolf. Reek had an entire pack at his back. It would be hard to win back her daughters and she would likely have to make deals with the devil she would rather see dead by her jaws, but she would do anything for them. "It should never have happened to begin with. I still don't know how he ever found out where we were."

She shifted her legs and glanced upward, gauging the time, as Stark began to talk of Tam. She couldn't help but to smile at the detail on his ear. "I have no doubt he's a good kid," she said. The seeds that were sown were vile things, wrong things, but that didn't mean something good couldn't come of them, especially being raised by someone like Stark. "I'm glad to hear he's doing well. Maybe if things go well, I can swing by with my daughters, and he can meet them. They're half-siblings, it might be good for them to meet, who knows." Her mind went back to her meeting with Valette, and the revelation that she'd also had a son, and she wondered if maybe her daughters would appreciate knowing they had another brother somewhere out there, one who was alive and well.