Big Salmon Lake The wreckoning.

Towhee had two seconds to wonder what she’d said to trigger the sudden shift in the stranger’s expression. Her own name, apparently. “Auntie,” the she-wolf suddenly blurted—at least, that’s what she saw on her lips. Then came an accusation, which made Towhee’s head rear back. Even though she couldn’t hear the words, she could tell they’d been delivered with some measure of passionate vehemence.

The Redhawk blinked a couple times, then squinted slightly as she looked past the distracting stain on the woman’s chest. It wasn’t just her eyes that were familiar, it was the face into which they were set. Towhee sucked in a breath. She would never forget that face, the one this she-wolf had inherited in part.

All she could think to say was, Rue…