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She barely left her new den, the recent altercation having quite effectively spoiled her excitement over joining Rusalka. Harps didn't want to live in a place where everyone fought all the time. That's exactly what she'd escaped! There was a small opening near the rear of the burrow, leading further underground. She could disappear if she wanted.

But though Harps was inexperienced with pack etiquette, simply vanishing without a word seemed not only discourteous but downright dangerous. What if they tracked her down and punished her for disloyalty? She felt stuck, not sure what to do with herself, dread and resentment growing inside her in equal measure.

Then came a summons. Harps emerged from her den, uncertain of the call's origin. Was that Erzulie? Biting her lower lip, the yearling loped across the plateau, her suspicions confirmed when she found herself crossing paths with the Beta. Harps immediately stopped and lowered herself, heart hammering in her chest, worried that the woman who had welcomed her had somehow gotten wind of her perfidious thoughts.