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Sorrel backed away a step while her head hung low, shaking slowly as she thought. I don't know. But she did know. Of course she knew; she knew, but she didn't understand. And if Sorrel didn't understand something, she didn't speak on it. That's how it had always been and that's how it would always be. So she lifted her head looked at Day through her baby blues, I don't know.

His other words then made it through her mind, giving her just enough perk to forget that they'd just been talking about Maman. We can get you back into fighting shape. Sorrel thought that this meant that they planned on having her going toe to toe with other wolves, being a real combat master of the woods which made her giggle. To even suggest that she might have some sort of skill as a mercenary, oh goodness, that was hilarious. I'm no fighter.