Swiftcurrent Creek played-a-live

Someone returned her call. Druid imagined it was Viinturuth, though they’d only spoken the once and she couldn’t be sure she recognized the voice. Her ear flicked at the byline he included, wondering if two men might greet her. Perhaps the other one was his brother: Mae’s father.

When she arrived at the edge of the pack’s claim and found the familiar, pale face, Druid immediately blurted, I’ve been worrying ever since we spoke. I was hoping you had an update on the situation, to put my mind at ease.

Did she want Glaukos dead? Was that even when Viinturuth had hoped to achieve? Druid couldn’t be sure of the latter, though she realized—with a slight twist in her stomach—that it was probably the only way to truly take care of the threat he posed. She swallowed, her two-toned eyes suddenly hardening.