Golden Glade Blood

the decision was made. relief was foremost among the unexpected flood of emotions that followed lane's conclusion, but antha was concerned to find herself regretting her decision to give lane control over the situation. lane had seen all that antha saw, and she had chosen to help.

antha had not. she had made no choice at all. and now, despite the kindness and sincerity of lane's words, she was forced to question what she might have done if it had been her decision alone. would she have chosen as lane did? or would she simply have walked away?

it would have been another sin to add to her growing list, another drop in the ocean. she had always done what was necessary. but what sort of healer did that make her? what sort of person did that make her?

thank you, lane, she murmured, visibly troubled. but it was clear that it was not lane's decision that troubled her; she moved readily to help, turning her attention to one of the other wounds while lane worked on the first. and you will always have my support, as well. antha had shown as much already, had she not? when lane had made her decision, the witch had not hesitated in joining her. she never would, not while lane remained her friend and packmate. her status as beta mattered, of course, but had little to do with antha's willingness to follow her lead.