Northstar Vale Misó

She appeared as a rotund and glowing goddess. Her sides swollen with the unborn pups she carried. 

Antigone would not be there to see them born. He would not know that she delivered them safely. The boy had to assume that Meadow would serve his mother, when that time came. 

There was no anger on her voice. It curbed his determination. The young wolf watched her with sadness in his navy stare. Three days. Sorcha would be waiting for him and he could not make himself into a liar. This must be done. Antigone could not watch Meadow be courted by the beast of Epoch. He couldn’t suffer through such hideous claims of love. 

I am leaving. I met someone. We will go together. Away from here, away from Reyson, he told her, voice dripping with venom on the soldier’s name. I have come to tell you… goodbye. Pain beat with his heart.