Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

She knew she was being foolish. Old enough to know better, to know that she could well be setting herself up for disappointment, Durnehviir simply could not deny herself the comfort she found in Constantine's embrace. Vulnerability had lowered her to rock bottom when he'd walked into her life, soothing the rawness and emptiness at once as he shooed her troubles aside. They still lingered, of course: the heartache of losing Viinturuth, the time she'd missed out on sharing with her mother and brothers, not knowing if they were alive or how they'd come to be separated in the first place. But Constantine gave her something to look forward to, an escape from her uncertain past and a reminder that the future was not lost.

He nudged at her, encouraging her deeper as he did on their previous encounter by the stream, and Durnehviir allowed him. She blinked over a russet shoulder to beam at him with a winning smile, accompanying the continuous swish of her tail, and bumped her flank to his playfully as they moved. "I told you I'd find you," she laughed softly, her champagne eyes alight as they sought to meet his own. It was unfortunate that Durnehviir had been unable to complete her original mission, but it was something she intended to revisit at a later date. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Durnehviir asked, keen to know if he'd picked a location for his intended pack and if he'd sourced any other recruits to pad out the ranks.