Seaside Moors Once, you know, you were my friend.

He was far more gracious than Raleska ever hoped to be. She waved off his insistence she did not owe him an apology — au contraire...

No. Raleska answered, tone firm and in a way that brooked no quarter. But, I can be your advisor. Raleska thought the idea of her as a ruler was laughable — she always did make terrible mistakes... Yet, it was easy to think ahead, to guide someone else — and if nothing else, Raleska was a great resource when it came to the history of Rusalka. You took over a pack, when you knew very little of its history. Very little of my history. I can help you, but I’m not interested in leadership. You don’t know — Raleska’s lips curled in a sly smile — But I was a leader of Rusalka once, too. There is more to governing your people than using their heads as stepping stones.