Broken Antler Fen I know it feels like I have let you down

Diantha scowled at the diatribe Maia went on. All this talk of love, but how could Maia love her? How could anybody? Obviously her parents had not, or they would have been here, taking care of her. Maybe her dad had the right idea, taking off and getting away from these soft wolves who spoke of love and light and "everything's going to be fine." Nothing was fine, even if she wasn't alone.

That's what I want: to be alone, she said, scuffing the dirt with her front foot. It would be better that way. Then Maia and Eljay wouldn't have to keep lying to her, wouldn't have to keep pretending that they enjoyed her company.