Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

Wrap in a round or two? Unless you want them to hunt or spar or the like, I’m good either way :>

Again Derg’s reply was simple, now a single word. Hatred.

That was always the killer, wasn’t it. For all their brutality, the pack in which Finley was raised had never promoted mindless grudges. Sure, Donovan had mentioned his partner Nemisis had a violent streak, but even then—at least without having met the wolf herself, not yet—Finley could assume such attacks were only dealt to those who deserved it. Violence alone she would not condemn. But to such an extent, from those unjustifiably aggrieved…

Maybe she was buying into it too easily. But, if Derg was honest, then Finley understood more distinctly why Donovan wanted to reestablish the likes of the Saints here.

If not afraid, then she was thoroughly unsettled. “Thank you for this information, Derg,” Finley said at last, with another quick shake of her head. Maybe she ought to stop grilling him soon, unsure if he was enjoying her sudden arrival and subsequent interrogation, but she had one last concern for the moment: “Is Donovan aware of these wolves?”