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the other woman was beautiful as moonshadows often were, face lit by the warm and seeking light of candle-flame eyes. beside her, heda was ragged and haggard, even as her fur began to smooth into something less coarse now that rest was available and her food had become better.
the call chilled heda, who crossed instinctively toward the other wolf, wanting to be near someone who also carried the pack-smell of etienne and his cruel companion.
opposites, those two.
what was offered caused her nostrils to pinch, her mouth to thin; heda looked away in shame that a desperate relief had blossomed inside her.
"it is a call from god," a god upon which she still fell back in the hardest moments, and the past months had been one harsh day after another. "if he sees fit to — call me — then i will not ignore it."