Porcupine Ridge everything's a lie

You didn’t do anything wrong, he insisted. Antigone hated how childish he sounded. He did not want this to be the last time he saw Meadow. The young wolf thought of his promise to Sorcha. 

And just as he did, Meadow reminded him that they must keep the promises they had made. 

Three days. 

Antigone would need to see his mother. He would need to tell his sisters that he loved them, or he believed that he did. The boy was not certain that he understood love at all. It didn’t feel right that his feelings for Meadow would also make him furious. That couldn’t be what love was. 

Do you love him, Meadow? 

The boy’s eyes were dark with sadness. He felt he knew the answer. This was all he needed to validate his choice. This was the break that would return him to Sorcha and the heartwood.