Moonspear An invitation

Alya was feeling empty and downtrodden. Half the pack had left them - and they'd taken her friends along with them. Somehow, she could not bring herself to be angry. Hydra was angry enough for both of them. All Alya could feel was chilly sorrow and an uncomfortable feeling of regret. She knew she'd been cold to Liffey at first, but then everything had happened and the silver girl had been forgotten in the face of the Cerberus's grief.

Alya wondered if she could have made a difference. Would Terance and Wraen still be around if she'd paid a bit more attention to Liffey?

An unfamiliar howl shook her from her thoughts. They were calling for her, but she did not known the voice. Perhaps it was news of Vaati? She'd not seen him since their last meeting in the meadow, and she'd resigned herself to the mystery long ago. Even so, she shook out her dark pelt and hurried toward the borders, a kernel of hope stirring in her chest.

"Hello," she greeted uncertainly, arriving to find a dark shewolf in place of other figures she'd longed to see. She hadn't known until she reached the borders that she'd been hoping to see the brother and sister that had left them, even though the voice had belong to bother Terance nor Wraen.