Northstar Vale I hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space

Mae still hadn't really spoken to either of the leaders. It was a surprise, then, when she was invited to attend the hunt where so many other packs would be gathered. She'd half-expected to be booted from the willows.

Her first instinct had been to reject the offer — but that hadn't seemed like the wisest move if she wanted to stay a member of Hearthwood. And she did, in spite of everything. Mae was introspective enough to know that it was guilt which kept her away from Reverie and Boone, not hatred or apathy. So she trailed after them, keeping mostly to herself as they traveled.

She did take a moment to stop and watch Reverie's antics with a quirk of her brow, though. A leader who acted half a child; such a stark contrast from the rigid leadership of Swiftcurrent Creek. Mae was beginning to realize that Reverie was not quite as practical as she'd assumed. Boone, at least, hung back. Mae glanced at him and wondered if he was annoyed by it. Well. Not her problem.

At Boone's word she parted to find a place to rest, finally recognizing this place as familiar. Hadn't she been here before? The thought made her feel sick, so she pushed it away. But it would continue to nag her throughout the night, until early in the morning when she woke with a gasp and remembered all at once — that boy. The one who'd tried to kill her.

She was eager to leave when the time came.