Blackfeather Woods to hear the softly spoken magic spell

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Once upon a time, Meldresi Melonii set up camp in these woods. And seasons afterward, her daughter told her daughter—her twisted, blighted daughter—that Meldresi would have wanted her dead. The Meldresi. Queen of Blackfeather Woods.

So it was with more than a little bitter satisfaction that Maegi Melonii, standing near the heart of the territory, lifted her nose and called for her pack as the new ruler of the forest.

She had been laughing since Flicker's turn at the border. No. . .she had ceased, for a few moments at a time. Checking on the wolves involved, securing the perimeter, speaking with Mou and Ramsay about the issue. Making sure Damien and his crew were totally vacated from the place. But the giggles kept bubbling up, and they weren't the girlish kind she was accustomed to. No, these were darker, tinged with mania.

After all, if one wanted to get technical, she was spawn of Sheogorath, not Cicero. So it only made sense.

This would be no walk in the park. She had help—she had Rams and Mou and a few other wolves loyal (for now) to her. But Maegi had no leadership experience, and was proficient only in an odd little set of skills. She was not the ideal leader at any age; her youth made things even more difficult. Damned, though, if she wasn't going to give it her all.

Her life had never been easy. She had come into this world staring death in the face, and she would leave it that way, too—whenever that moment came. For now, she stood and waited for her pack in the Redgrove, one side of her maw grinning like a fiend, the other set in a determined scowl. Every once in a while, another chuckle came.

A chuckle, rising like embers from a fire. And the ravens cried her praises, all around.