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At first puzzled by the word, Mireille seemed to arrive at a swift understanding of what Druid meant. Still she said softly, We were attacked. These awful wolves came for Laurel.

She still didn’t understand why and so offered no explanation. But her guilt over betraying Laurel’s location had undergone quite a metamorphosis in the days since Heda’s confrontation. Druid had now begun to blame Laurel for drawing the trespassers’ attention; she must have done something to invite such terror… and get Druid’s whole family likely slaughtered with her.

Mireille’s question caused that death’s-head moth to flutter darkly away. She went to live with Duskfire Glacier; she’s there now. Safe.

She felt a lick of sadness at having left without putting things right with Heda, who might very well be all the family she had left. She loved her sister unconditionally but Heda had broken her heart and she needed time.

Her friend invited her to eat and rest. Druid nodded and offered Mireille a thankful nuzzle. I was wondering if I could stay here, or somewhere close by, just for a few days. She didn’t know what she’d do beyond that.

At some point, she must return to Rivenwood. But Heda was right. Druid needed to prepare herself for what she might find there.