Emberwood Keeping time by a pendulum as the fabric starts to fray

Somehow she hadn't expected the questions. Reverie paused for a moment, hesitating over the answer. Time had not been kind to her perception of Moss or their relationship. She was older now, old enough to recognize the wrongness of her romances with wolves so much older than herself. But how could she ever explain it to Abel?

Moss had been wrong for pursuing a yearling, for seeking to possess and control a girl who was hardly more than a child, and yet Reverie had loved her anyway.

Her name was Moss, She murmured after a few moments, eyes lifting to meet Abel's. She was... complicated. But she was a protector. She saved my life. I just wish... I wish things had been different between us.