Blackfeather Woods when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

The woman of stars might not have been nearby, but Maegi was. The brute's twisted sister slipped through the trees, ears pinning warily back against her skull as the pale coat came into view? Kalganov again? Kove? Or perhaps just Tundra, though she should know her co-leader even from a distance. But, no —

Vaati, she said coolly, coming to a halt a few paces from the man. Her nostrils flared. No discernible trace of Damien on his pelt, nor Nyx. He looked like shit. What brings you here?

He'd left the woods once upon a time and had not returned. Abandoned Maegi when she needed him most. Not to mention how he had treated Mou and Cass, two of her dearest beloveds. Now, he was back. . .and was she supposed to just be okay with this new development?

Fuck that.