The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

this was a dark boy, caiaphas decided -- far darker than her own blood. perhaps, if she had borne better, this might have been her son; this malformed, delightful soul that had been the end of a wolf she had long wished to see perish..

"good." caiaphas answered succinctly, a glimmer of a smile flashing and gone from her withered muzzle. one down, two down -- and now... one more to go.

"where is his daughter?" she asked, walking with a slow step that disguised the intensity in which she needed to know such things. she had killed (she thought) easthollow's brood for their crime -- and now, she came for vercingetorix's brood.

after all, the debt had not yet been paid. vercingetorix had lost his life -- but it did not yet settle him in the eyes of caiaphas' ruthless house. no -- not until all memory of him was stricken, all children killed, would she move on from her vendetta.