Otter Creek Falling to pieces

A few days after Peregrine revealed his betrayal to the pack, Saēna descended into the flatlands. The plateau still smelled heavily of her foster father, causing her to alternate between tearful shame and flaming anger. He had left his family in favour of his new mate who, by her own actions, had utterly refused to integrate with the pack. Saēna hadn't been there when the most critical issues arose, but she'd been able to gather some information from the friends she still had. Fox being gone was a blessing for the Plateau, but it was made bitter by Peregrine's hand in it.

She sought to escape the pack by heeding tbe wanderlust she'd developed while on her own. She travelled rather far, all the way to Otter Creek, before she sat down and allowed her emotions to rush out. Hot tears gathered on her eyelids as she glared into the narrow river's depths. Junior had been right. Part of her wanted to deny it before she'd gone away, because she remembered how devastated Peregrine had been when Junior was believed to be dead, but her sister had been right. The only one he cared about was her—no fault of hers, Saēna knew—so when she left, he no longer gave a shit about any of them. That had to be it.

But though she tried to hang on to it, Saēna's anger was fleeting and hurt quickly replaced it. Kisu hadn't cared for her, or he would have been more present in her life. Hawkeye hadn't cared for her, probably because she was someone else's daughter, or she wouldn't have gone off in search od nothing better. And now that she knew Peregrine also didn't care for her, she could feel her heart beginning to tear into pieces.