Ravensblood Forest the watchers time to gather

Ravensblood had lost more than half of those who'd pledged their loyalty. The healer Thelxiope had vanished, followed by her dark-pelted patient. Even the golden oddball, Spot, had grown distant over the weeks. Aria had disappeared more recently and despite her natural concern for a she-wolf in her fragile state of mind, Durnehviir's initial thought on the matter was relief. Her possesiveness of Constantine was what controlled her at times, especially now that she was aware of the swarthy leader's intention to court her. With Aria out of the way, the pair were free to continue without distraction or interruption.

She was paranoid. A fear of being second choice to her dark suitor remained at the forefront of her mind and despite his assurance that his interest in her was genuine, that niggling uncertainty continued to linger. Durnehviir couldn't ignore it, and so had withdrawn once again. In doing so, she had set herself apart from her pack-mates and was not fully aware of those who still called the forest home.

She would never disregard a summons from Constantine, and so went to him at once. Upon arrival, her pale eyes drifted between the two males who'd gathered and concern showed in the gaze that came to rest on Constantine's features. Three. Were they all to remain from their once small but thriving group? Durnehviir swallowed and settled in her place among the trio to await their leader's charge.