Blackfeather Woods The flowers show us rain is necessary

She was feasting on a rabbit she'd snared (yes, she had hunted successfully today!) when Moonshadow's call sent her ears aloft. She took her time, polishing off the kill, but there was something in the howl that lifted the hair along her spine. Licking her chops, Maegi traveled toward the summons, double-hued gaze searching for her friend in the dim light. Finally, a shadow appeared, and she picked up the pace—

The smell of adrenaline had her coming to a dead halt, along with something else. A scent all too familiar.

May Sithis strike me dead, then.

Her mouth burned, suddenly. It quirked as if the wound was fresh.

Molag Bal, she whispered. Her tongue felt incredibly weighty, useless. Where? Is he still alive? She didn't know whether it was anger or fear that began to course through her veins, racing the blood. . .more likely both together, and more.

May Sithis—

Where? Maegi demanded, murmur rumbling slowly into a growl.