Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She wears out quickly, and she is left staring up at him, breath coming quickly, as he stands over her. Her glare is returned, hate spewing from her gaze. "Your word is shit. Besides, you're the one who should leave. There's a whole pack that'll hunt you down. My-"  But something faltered, her bravado slipping for an instant. Who would come? She was an outsider, and Charon had a whole family to take care of. Her father was gods-knows -where, her siblings were distant memories, and her mother- her gut twisted. Her mother was a breath of wind, something loving and strong and yet so fragile, too. She wanted to delay the inevitable, she could see half a dozen loopholes in his promise (if her head was safe, what about the rest of her? he never promised not to chop off a limb) and wherever this boy came from was a place she wanted to avoid. Her gaze was steely, but her bluff had already chinked.