Lost Creek Hollow and i'll take my armour off

he was not here. indra’s countenance fell — terance need not even say merrick had moved on. it was painfully plain across his features.

that old hurt, one she had so painstakingly tucked between her ribs and knitted closed just by scraping by — it spring open and she felt like the steel ends of a bear trap; raw and laid bare for the world to see.

nunataq she had known about, so her departure hurt a little less — but her sweet princeling boy..

she needed to sit down; and she did, staggered and breathless as marten pressed against her. gone? indra whispered hopelessly, an old despair flooding her mahogany gaze. everyone in that moment was forgotten — laurel, marten, lucas — the only wolf in front of her was terance, and even he seemed to swim in her vision as reality faded away.