Twisted Slough There’s nothing left for you to wish on

He didn't leave. Everything's perfect. She responded in a way that plainly indicated sarcasm. Caracal was out of the loop but at this point, she'd spoken to so many wolves and none of them had made a single damn difference. What was he going to do?

You want to do me a favor? Then let me fucking disappear. Don't tell anyone I was here. She knew that was pretty impossible but it was the only thing of value that she figured he had to offer her. The rest of it was meaningless. No one wanted to actually help her. They just wanted her to be normal again.