Wheeling Gull Isle they are two alone

Too bad. It would be a future for all of them, together. . . And as he spoke, Maegi knew Mou's mind was on the same train of thought. Except his suggestion leaned on the assumption that he never again would be invited into his family's fold.

I know, she said again, but the words were lodged in her throat this time, just barely squeezing past her lips. She cleared her throat. But I'm. . . Thickness again. She cast her eyes downward.

I'm their mother. She was only thinking of herself. Of her wants and desires. She had to argue from a different perspective.

B-Blueberry, Maegi managed, and found her eyes filled with tears. What if he thinks she's his, too? That we're lying to keep one for ourselves? He surely couldn't. Her daughter's gaze was the Melonii indigo of one of her own, her snowy pelt passed down from Bane to Potema to Maegi.

But genetics didn't always make sense, and Phox had more than enough reason to mistrust his outlaw brother and the Blackfeather bride.