Firestone Hot Springs Hot Blood

Despite having called many territories within the Teekons home, there was still a vast amount of terrain the she-wolf was not familiar with. As much as she hoped to look to her older haunts such as Neverwinter Forest or Nova Peak—hell, even Jade Fern Grove, she withheld for the moment, braving the idea of simply being home once more. She wasn’t sure why she had so insistently coaxed @Shrike from the safety his family provided them.

Her miscarriage hadn’t helped. The feeling of doubt and self worthlessness that she could ever provide her mate with what he deserved—a legacy of his own. Stability. A place they could grow perhaps, reign over.

So much haunted her still, that she knew returning would also be the only way to face a life long past. Her capture—the beatings and physical repercussions she had endured. The death of her family, one by one… As far as she knew, she was the last Frostfire standing—Whit had died, and too long had passed since she had seen Cypress, Pasha and Swift. Rannoch, assumed dead. All of them were gone.

The wind ruffled her fur, and she glanced up as steam clouded the air in heated fury. A small frown pulled at her delicate features, and the slender woman took a tentative step forward, sharp aqua eyes only now falling upon the stranger.