Redhawk Caldera shine on, you crazy diamond

She pulled away from her mother, an apathetic sneer twisting her maw. The only one who cared was Vesper—even if her sister had been somewhat absent, she hadn't been. . .deficient. She ripped herself from Maegi and drew close to Vesper, blue eyes burning into her sister's orange.

Didn't trust any of these wolves. Did Ves? Her brow was furrowed, wrinkling her youthful visage into something much older than it should look.

The adults' voices slipped by; she couldn't care less.

She had this incredible urge to go home—but where was home? Home was. . .where it didn't feel so messed up. And that hadn't existed for a long, long time.

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