Emberwood [m] Down

Any other time, her brother would have been a welcome presence. Of course he would have. Reverie loved him dearly, would never have done anything to hurt him under normal circumstances, except —

Except this was not a normal circumstance. And he was not meant to be here. The wrongness of it prickled across her skin like fire and she lunged from the hollow with a desperate snarl, teeth snapping for his muzzle. She didn't even hear what he said. Reverie didn't mean to hurt him, not truly. She only wanted him to stay away. Far, far away.