Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

Maegi. Venamis could've sworn he felt his blood run cold at the mere mention of her name.

What was she to him, now? He'd loved her in the absence of any other worthy of such affection, yet such fondness had been drained from him entirely. The boy frowned, unsure if he could look beyond the anger at having been stung by the only wolf he'd given a damn about.

"She let my father's second join our ranks. I told her the truth - that she put us in danger by doing this," he shared with a frustrated roll of a dark shoulder, gaze lingering with suspicion on the ghost's pale features. "She didn't like what I had to say."

So many of Blackfeather's wolves had fallen to the earth's punishment, yet still she brought Midar into the fold. But he was free of all that shit now, right? And he'd choose standing in the freezing rain over lingering a moment longer beneath Maegi's careless rule.