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"Niamh is gone," Towhee replied. Her voice had always been wooden, though each word pulled from her tongue like a splinter. "We know now she's mentally unstable," she said, face twisting. "What kind of person does that? Turns their back on their mate and pack? Puts their unborn children in jeopardy? No one in their right mind."

Maybe it was losing Primrose. Or pregnancy hormones. Perhaps it was a whole cocktail of other things, dovetailing through space and time to torpedo the wolf she knew as Niamh. Towhee would surely spend a lot of time wondering in the coming days. And she would be hurting too. She was furious with her, yet she was also grieving the loss of her once trusted friend, her sister-in-law, her co-parent... her person. This wasn't the Niamh Towhee knew. She was out of her mind, a different wolf. The Sovereign's anger was shot through with pity.

After a pause, she repeated, "Come home, Reyes."