Blackfeather Woods With strange aeons even death may die

She was absolutely flabbergasted by this news. It also dealt a serious blow to her already-deficient sense of trust. If she was wary before, this latest revelation built the wall even higher around her heart; she would not let anyone in who hadn't been thoroughly vetted over a long period of time. Nobody. Maybe not ever again.

Damien is a traitor, anyway, Maegi answered, teeth slightly bared. He and Nyx left the woods and now I guess they have their own pack, elsewhere. He doesn't deserve this place. You and I may have left, but it was never with the intention of betrayal.

Maegi spoke loosely, for she really didn't know her brother's motives, but she felt confident in making a snap judgment. After all, snap judgments were kind of her specialty.

Her mouth puckered in a stressed, furrowed frown. I'll tell Mou to keep an eye out for Flicker, she murmured. And the others, too, although I don't know if he knows what they look like. He— Something prickled at her, something uneasy, like they were being watched. Is there someone there? she asked, wheeling around and wondering if she was just simply crazy. Mou?