Swiftcurrent Creek i'm gnashing my teeth like a child of cain

Arric was taking the newborn to Kvarsheim with Mae—why, he did not know. Bellatrix was still nursing, was she not? She had only birthed weeks before?

But logic held no room right now—autopilot had been turned on, and after Akavir had confirmed Moss’s death for himself, he had returned, next tracing his way to Wren.

The descent of horror upon the creek was far more grim then prior, and steeling himself, the shadowrunner could scent the blood before he could see her—and when he did—when he caught the trace the blood and mess—his breath all but stopped. “Wren,” he spoke, the words a whisper on the wind as if he might choke on them while moving closer, a silhouette in the moonlight.