Moonspear count your fears if you let me

His words caused her to blink. Terance, I'd really rather you didn't, she said with an exhale, unless it's to tell me, shit, Hydra, you know what, it's a pretty bad friend move to follow a dude who said all that to you and can't own up to his own feelings when he's feeling them, and has to use his wife as a damn shield and an excuse both to get out of dodge. And then that he could even dare to think my sisters and I as a threat to our own pack, our family— She shook her head. The disapproval was pretty clear. Hydra had literally saved Rannoch's life. Hydra had been ready to go to war for the trespass against a wolf she had thought was a friend. Terance knew all of that—so what the fuck?

But what did any of that matter anymore? He was not Moonspear, and certainly not her friend, so not hers to protect in any case. It hurt to see him there for the last time, but she did not want to take him in. She very much so looked forward to the day that his face would fade from her minds eye in its entirety. If she ever saw it again, she hoped she would not even know who he was.