Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

Before anyone could answer her, Erzulie stormed onto the beach, the svelte Mireille tailing her implacable mother. Meerkat’s head dipped as the Obsidian approached, sharp words cutting the cold air. Her lips pressed together, jaw tightening in surprise when Erzulie made accusations of murder. These were dangerous wolves darkening their doorstep.

It surprised her immensely when the scarred behemoth of a woman didn’t speak. Instead, the swarthy youth addressed the charges. Meerkat’s lips parted. This young woman couldn’t be any older than Sapphique’s youths, yet she spoke with authority. She promised there would be peace, assuring everyone that the white she-wolf—Fury was her name—would be leaving immediately.

Licking her lips, Meerkat left the diplomacy in Erzulie’s capable hands, subtly returning her attention to Loko and Mireille. She shifted nearer to them. They probably neither wanted nor needed Meerkat’s protection, though she couldn’t deny the impulse to stand with them, all three riveted by Sapphique’s commander.