Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

Someone came over the rise, and Maegi turned at the chuff, facing the shadow. She almost went back to her thoughts before something she couldn't name made her take a second glance, and she froze dead in her tracks. Something prickled through her—deja vu.

Her green eyes were luminous in the darkness of Blackfeather Woods—

Like she'd seen this wolf before. . .

At first, she thought it was Cass, and her heart did a small leap for joy. But as she rushed forward, her steps slowed in disappointment as she realized that this was not the long-lost Cass. No, not at all. Both of Cass's eyes were green, and this woman had a blue right one, instead—

She wondered often what she would do if Cass were to appear again. She was torn between boundless joy and fury, between jumping on the woman and covering her in kisses, or ripping her limb from limb the best her little jaws could. Every black pelt she caught a glimpse of, she thought was Cass, only to be disappointed when it materialized into Nyx or Moonshadow. . .or this new face.

Not that she was disappointed with them; Nyx she especially admired. But they weren't Cass. Cass, the first wolf outside her family to show her any kind of love—

Black wolves were nothing out of the ordinary; even dark-furred females were common in these parts. But not this one. No, as Maegi found the emerald gaze, she was taken right back to simpler times. A girl, a twisted runt, and a stick. Innocence.

Her mouth was dry and slightly agape as she finally spoke—

Cass?