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Blackfeather was a name long buried in Hiram's memory from a time long, long ago. They were a reclusive sort. Not to be trusted. The wood they inhabited was a place of deception and evil. If Vuk went, he could no longer protect her as he had when he took her family, her boy, into his own grotto for safekeeping. He bit his lip and tried to hold his tongue, but Hiram could not hold himself to silence. "Vuk, Blackfeather is dangerous," he warned. "It's not safe." Worry flashed in his eye.

But, he could not stop her. He could not hold her here. He could not hold her ever. The night she had accosted him, she made her choice. She loved Terich. She chose him instead.