The Heartwood Never opened myself this way.

Chakliux had returned to Moontide - to embrace his wives, she imagined. The swallow felt nausea sweep the lining of her stomach at the thought of his joy upon their reunion, certain that she herself would be cast from his mind.

She bit back the sickness she felt, swallowed it. Ciri lifted her chin in an effort to convince herself to be strong, that he was only one wolf - the right one for her would be waiting, somewhere, eager for the same connection and loyalty she'd hoped to find in the seal-hunter.

Yes, she answered smoothly, following Dutch's gaze to look upon the place where Moonglow made its home, soon.