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"But we are bound to them now," Wraen concluded sadly, feeling keenly the loss of independence. Towhee was mourning the loss of her daughter, the former Sovereign saw the bigger picture of, what this seemingly small move meant to her and the pack as a whole. Meerkat was Towhee's liability. So was Bronco to Niamh. And she prayed there would never come a day, where the weapon in Hydra's hands that had gone their voluntarily, would be used against them. She could hear in her ears that mantra of Charon and his daughter - you are indebted to us, you owe us, you are a traitor for leaving - and hated it. 

"It does not matter anymore, Towhee, what we say or discuss now. It's already done," she said and wished that she could find that better part of herself now and be there for the mourning Sovereign. To comfort her, to say the right things, to tell that everything would be alright. But all she could think of was the youthful faces of Bronco and Meerkat and that as of this day the children she had known were dead. You could not go and stay in Moonspear and remain unchanged. There was only one right and truth there and that was Hydra's. You either went with her or... 

She looked at Towhee's face for a while, her gaze thoughtful and then Wraen let out a deep sigh, raised to her feet and without another word walked away, her tail and head hung low. There was much to think about.