Duskfire Glacier Who does your honor sleep with at night

Wintersbane had already sired another litter? Lane hardly knew how to process the information, and she absorbed it with a sort of shocked numbness. 

"Who is it?" she inquired, pressing the man to identify the other expecting mother. It was Iana probably, she was gorgeous.. or perhaps that dark-coated guardian she'd seen pacing the borders. This information changed things, certainly, Lane just wasn't sure exactly how right at this moment. She'd have to ponder it later, when her mind was quieter and her everything else was less soaking wet and freezing. 

The man went on to insist that she belonged here, her pups belonged here, and a pack full of medics was a good thing. Lane's eye widened, and she blinked in incredulity. He had turned everything she knew-- or thought she knew-- upside down. Could she trust him at his word? He didn't even know her name (did he?) and yet he was insisting that she belonged here. Could she really have a place with these wolves, just like that? 

He was way off base with that line about fear. Lane felt her pride swelling in her chest, stirred by indignation. She wasn't afraid! She was just being realistic. She opened her mouth to protest, but Rye's continuing speech interrupted her. 

Stay. If not for yourself, then do it for your pups. Please...

"Okay," Lane replied, mostly in response to the pleading in his eyes and near-desperation in his voice. She was not accustomed to being in a position to be begged, and she hated the thought that she might do wrong by this kindhearted soul. Although she couldn't fathom why her decision seemed so important to him, she knew she couldn't be the one to let him down. 

"Okay," she reiterated after a beat. "If you're sure the others will see it the same way you do, I'll stay. Just.. be here for me?" Lane hated to make conditions, but she could really use some support. Someone who had no reason to need her to be here, but wanted it anyway.