Dragoncrest Cliffs He's the one who knows it's completely over

Etienne worried after rivenwood. It plagued him in the darkest of nights and the earliest of mornings. When the sun showed himself high in the sky and the moon showed her face, stars smatter across her like freckles. When he was working and he was talking. He wondered if he had done the right thing. For himself absolutely, for everyone else he was not certain. And if that didn't just rub him the wrong way.

But his heart didn't hurt as much, the thought of Heda. When he couldn't see her didn't bring with it a dark scathing hatred. And he didn't hurt in his love for Anselm when he couldn't see his face and know that the man behind the sunset eyes didn't belong to him. It didn't hurt as bad.

But a part of him. The sea goddess herself, she made him wonder. Why had he not fought for him. He had rolled over and let Heda take the one wolf he coveted almost as much as his sister.

And Heda had known and she hadn't cared. He could remember the knowledge winking at him from her eye depths. She had used his niceness against him. Had she been acting when she had been frantic just to get him to leave instead? That thought alone made him sick.