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Tamar’s words meant more to her than perhaps the woman knew—and surprised, Meadow looked over the beautiful she-wolf, feeling a certain note of awe and panic blossom in her chest. A mother? The thought had always pulled at her—she had wanted it—but the opportunity had never presented itself.

And, she wasn’t even sure she could, after so many years of suppressing herself with herbs and medicine.

“I want that very much one day,” she confided, her nose reaching to graze the cheek of the Morphe. “I just don’t know it will be possible.”

And from there, she would offer the brief insight of abandonment—of hiding her heat and perfume with suppressants—with the admission that she wasn’t even sure she knew what a true heat was.

Reyson, for all she knew, would be sorely disappointed and leave at the knowledge she confided to her friend.