The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

Lycabeth?

Lycabas?

Metis stared, for a moment, before she bayed a laugh, a sound half like that of a hound.

Ha! She finished, eyes alight. Well, hot damn.

Lycabas is my brother. And he’s with your pack? The sibling who had resembled her most, though with more color than she had. With Lycabas, Metis hadn’t felt so out of place.

Her smile wobbled.

Well. That had certainly changed, hadn’t it.