Blacktail Deer Plateau and my tongue stiffens into silence,

her eyes filled with a knowing empathy at the sound of cupid's voice. if allowed, the beta sought to reach out and brush the young wolf's shoulder.
"bad ones do not accept or see that they are being dat way," she murmured. "you care about dese little ones. you must believe dat alone makes you different."
roux and octave had loved her, loved her, loved her. but the life she led after their deaths had hardened erzulie almost irreparably. until rosalyn. until their children. she wished the same love would emerge for cupid.