Silver Creek strange, the way it felt like home - to wander through the dark alone

Cyclone had skirted around the other women since Addison had insulted her in front of them. She preferred to keep to herself, and she was certain that the Odolf girl would somehow turn that against her, too. In time, Cyclone knew that she would rise to power and Addison would be beneath her. That thought alone kept her motivated and cheery around the men. As for the other women, Neasa distanced herself. She did not need them, and they were merely distractions from her goal: to find a husband.

An unfamiliar scent caught her attention when she was out for a midnight whizz. Curious, she approached with caution, only to be faced with a dark figure lurking within their land. (Okay, so it wasn’t officially their land, but it might as well have been.) He was not a pleasant sight, and Cyclone dreaded the thought of having to do anything with him, but she was pretty sure she had been spotted. She laid in wait, wondering if he had smelled her or if he would be on his way.