Blackfeather Woods The flowers show us rain is necessary

Otter Creek was much too close for comfort. Did he hurt you? Maegi asked, her voice cold. Is everyone okay? First and foremost, she needed to think of her pack; Wintersbane's lecture entered her mind, then. She couldn't afford to run off on some kamikaze mission to slay this giant, no matter how much she wanted to.

Blackfeather needed her more.

I'll let Ramsay and Mou know, she said decisively, giving a shaky nod. And we'll step up patrols. Under no circumstances is he to come within shouting distance of this place.

Her stomach churned. Her babies. It wasn't just Blackfeather now, but her future brood. She would let no harm come to them, not while she lived and breathed. She would not—would never—let Molag Bal near.