Noctisardor Bypass Macklin, you son of a bitch

Timberlake frowned as Arbiter admitted no knowledge of the names. Okay, uh—wait! What about Pema, or Padma, or Radcliffe, Meadow. . .? My mother, my siblings? He was desperately grasping at straws, trying to find some remnant of his lost family. Cousins would be nice, but his nuclear family. . .

I just started a few days ago, he told her. But I haven't seen some of them since I was really little. I know they used to live in the maplewood—our pack was called Morningside. Maybe Arbiter knew about Morningside? She had to, if she lived so close.

Then again, just because she lived so close didn't mean she had been here forever. Think, Timberlake, think!