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Despite his conviction, Andalusia heard the strain in Sebastian's voice, and her lips faltered to a frown. She could only guess at what ran through his head - the worry, the fear, perhaps even the guilt. As soon as these assumptions came upon her, Andalusia pushed them away, along with the place they threatened to take her.

She sensed hope in her friend's question, but the Ostrega could only shake her head. "No. I thought you would." And, though the words felt trite, "I'm sorry." Her heart did ache for him, and, looking at Sebastian now, she couldn't help but wonder - was this how he had felt? Dark fur flashed in her mind's eye. Andalusia tried to whisk these thoughts away, too, but they remained a ghosted and whispering echo, and a bitter taste on her tongue.

Yet whatever regret lingered within, this was not Sebastian's problem, nor the Ostrega's present concern. Wolves came and went for differing reasons, and perhaps at one time Andalusia would have told him to let his mate and children be. But the years had changed her, and she continued alongside him, heart set in her own resolve. "If you're going to look, I'm coming with you."