Blackfeather Woods the gods have no mercy, that is why they are gods

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damien. vuk had come to know the name, and had come to know that the king of the blackfeather wolves was gone. the woman did not know if this was a temporary or permanent thing, but the dark siren called nemesis had taken up damien's place atop the ranks, and vuk found that she welcomed this. she knew little of the blackfeather lore, of what had transpired before her arrival, but nemesis had snared her eye at their first meeting. the woman seemed cruel, cold; it mystified vuk and intrigued her, but she had not sought the new dark master out, too shy to approach in such a way.
she and terich had found a den, but vuk expected that her son would soon find his own space, and the thought made her heart ache. while it was the natural order of things, vuk could not force herself to accept it; not yet; not when she had just found him again, but the choice was not her own. the woman must surrender to the way it all would go.
she herself had spent several sleepless nights upon her threshold, gazing upon the moon while her breath rose in a white plume; she thought of the nameless wolf who was seff's father, of taggarik, of illea, even of hiram. reek. a call rent the air and startled vuk from her reverie; her ears cupped forward and she realized it was for her.
a sudden dread flooded the patchwork wolfess, some fear whose origins she could not articulate, but vuk answered it all the same, moving in the direction of the voice until she stood before nemesis, her breath coming fast. "c-congratulations," vuk struggled, fighting for composure while she offered politeness and glanced up at the dark leader from beneath lowered lashes.[/tr][/td][/table]