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Thuringwethil doesn’t expect such great comfort about the whole thing but Finley’s words settle well within her. It’s the best thing for Wildfire and Drageda as a whole. They also seem committed to finding out what happened and she scarcely believes it is all an accident. Someone is behind this.

She licks her lips and looks away, nodding her head. “We are not a small group. There is more than just Drageda,” she says, turning back to face the Alpha and pauses. It is evident by the amount she’d been able to bring with her and still leave enough at home to control their claim, speaking of Sangeda, specifically, and Trigeda beyond that. The benefit of Gavriel and Gyda’s pack will come in handy, she decides, knowing she can bring an army on their head, should she want to. But Wildfire is safe, now, and perhaps logic will come back to her sometime later. “Whoever did this will pay.”

She clears her throat then, ebbing some of the sudden frustration. “If she cannot make it before winter, how will I know?” she says. Whatever expression she had a moment ago is wiped clean, returning to the serious matter of her mate.