Whitefish River the light is always on

It was all well and done. Maegi was relaxed, nodding—until the end. She stiffened, face losing all warmth. 

Phox is their father, she clarified, voice frosty. Mou is their dad. I don't care what happened between Niamh and your family—the fact of the matter is, when those children were born, he was there for them. We were there for them.

Her jaw tightened. Blame us all you want—call us liars, kidnappers, whatever—but without us, those kids would be dead right alongside their mother. I may be sorry for how I treated you, Meerkat, but I will never apologize for the choices I've made.

Unwilling to engage any further, Maegi turned her back and began to pad away, making her way toward the gentler slope she'd taken before. 

Ice had grown around her heart.

They were the only parents the three had ever known, and yet they were on a course to be taken back to the Redhawks. . . So who, exactly, were the kidnappers here?