Arrow Lake setting fire to our insides for fun

Hela was far from the Nightwalkers' claim; Maegi wondered what had brought her here. Alas, it was none of her business. The girl's query was completely unpalatable, but it made sense for her to ask. The older Melonii sucked in a breath, steadying herself and looking just past Hela's shoulder as she spoke.

They are no more, Maegi said, her voice emotionless. Our numbers grew too low, and the pack disbanded. Some of us went to Diaspora just over the rise. She gestured briefly with a shoulder toward the hollow, not moving her gaze at all.

But it shifted, slightly, to rest on her niece's face, and her chest felt tight. How are you? she couldn't help asking. She would always care for Cassiopeia's daughter, even despite the slight the girl had dealt her by choosing her enemy's pack over hers. Their paths had diverged; perhaps it had been inevitable.