Northstar Vale inevitable

Tamar was quick to assert that happiness would be granted, no matter which pack it would be within, and tentatively, Meadow would lean forward to brush her cheek to the gentle woman’s, eager to stamp away any lingering doubt of her loyalty. “I am of Epoch and will stay with Epoch,” she firmly murmured.

Too many had left her in her life. She was not willing to do the same to those who not only opened their home to her, but offered a lasting friendship.

When Tamar revealed a peek at her and Arsenio, Meadow felt a gentle stirring—almost wishing the response was something she could relate to. In a way, it was—Reyson had gone above and beyond to protect her, even from afar.

So why did her mind every so often wander to an old crush… and even worse, a newer one, with a futile ending? She longed to speak of it—her mouth opening as if to do so, before clamping shut, her bravado failing. She failed to come up with anything in that moment, pulling back as she considered her thoughts.