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"Voluntarily," she rejoined without pause. "Akhlut offered to let me stay, but I know how it works. I would never be given credit or recognition for my efforts again, and I would rather be with my kin." If one could look into Jinx's mind they would find a number of other reasons: she no longer wished to live amongst heathen wolves who either didn't pay the Gods respect or else had bastard worships of Them. She had shared something primal with Lecter, and inwardly desired to keep an eye on him, and on Lethe. Jinx was also perturbed she was not given leadership of Horizon Ridge... But that was deep inside her, hidden behind her self-righteous denial. And part of what she had said was true—if she had stayed, no doubt Akhlut would strip her rights and never given her an ounce of credit for her efforts again.

"You must understand the desire to be with kin," she suggested, eager to drop the subject of Bon Dye. Despite her desire for the pack to be forgotten and for her capabilities and experience to be what others judged her on, she was the one who had dragged it out. Perhaps the concept of love was foreign to Jinx, and perhaps Pied could not fathom the mambo caring for anyone—at times, it was easy to forget that of moral rivals—but it was nevertheless a fact. All wolves desired to be with their families... At least, she thought so.