Shadowwyn Moor relinquo

A storm is spoken. Accusations slash the air, and when the shewolf relents by fallen form she leaves agonizing silence in their current. Tauris staggers, paws tense against the unsanctioned ground, knowing she is an accidental witness to events far darker than understood. She listens to the woman, bent now in her pain, and scents Swiftcurrent somewhere behind her, but her eyes are for Germanicus. She watches his face as the moon sweeps across it, searching for denial.

He’d told her exactly who he was- she just didn’t want to believe him.