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Tzedeq slipped away —

And Ana could only follow with a soft plea for Ava to join them. Abel was gone, and the darklings would not be whole again until he had returned to them. This she knew for a certainty.

There would be no goodbyes, no parting words of affection for the wolves of Sweetharbor. Though it was mother's love she had been denied, mother's love that she craved, Ana spared only a somber glance in the direction of Heda and Caracal. She did not belong here. There was no room under God's light for one such as her, who spilled blood without thought and shook with the force of every breeze.

Still she mourned what might have been. Her heart ached as she joined her sibling on the mainland, sprinting along after their dark figure. Finally she called out; to Ava, to Abel wherever he was, to the family-but-not left behind on the island.

And though she did not know it, some part of her was calling too for home. For Blackwater.