Wheeling Gull Isle they are for each other

They came, and her unease only grew tenfold as Phox arrived, her eyes flashing from the children back to the adults. Not that he was a threat—not to them, anyway. Just to the concept of her as their mother, and Mou as their father. The only mother and father they'd ever known.

So, I think it's time to find a new home, Maegi began, but it was merely ceremonial—the others were surely thinking it, too. Any ideas? I was thinking. . .Aiolos, I know you said that Moonspear had fallen, but what about that woman that visited? Would we be welcome in her pack?

She turned to Mou next. One of us can travel to the woods, see if Rowan would take us in, she said, softer. There was no doubt that her once-protégé would be happy to have them, but it was better to check in case they were just as down on their luck.

And then. . . I know you wanted to stay on the island and wait for Niamh, Maegi addressed Phox. You can continue on with us if you want, or remain. It's up to you.

Every other word was stuck in her throat. There were too many hard truths before them now to spill the ultimate secret—and besides, she didn't quite trust him, yet.