Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

She was lucky, and even now, Rosalyn knew better than to ever take this for granted. If Erzulie had wanted to leave then for them both she would have followed, but to start over now seemed insurmountable. At one time the adventure of a new place was a thrill, but now all she wanted was this. The two of them, this shore, and whatever family wished to anchor itself to these cliffs.

Whatever punishment Raleska meant for them, doubtless she deserved it. She could only hope the pack didn't suffer for it as well.

Rosalyn met Erzulie's embrace silently and maintained it, holding her close for a long moment.

I know better than to think there's anything we can't best. You especially. The words were quiet, but it was easy as she said them to hear the culmination of all of the things Rosalyn loved best in her wife. Her fierceness, her compassion, and the way those two melded in such a complicated and beautifully knotted pattern.