Seaside Moors a roiled soul is calmed anew

Two secrets Raleska would carry to her grave.

One, from everyone else -- that it had been her brother who had killed her mother, not just rabies running its eventual course.

Two, her children -- who would never know the word Drageda or Dacio  if she could help it.

Her jaw tensed as Erzulie slid to the sand, itching a scratch along her back. No, they were better off knowing nothing at all -- better off in Erzulie and Rosalyn's care.

Raleska would never take them back.

Her gaze lifted as she realized Erzulie had invited her for a trip outside of the Moors. Raleska was surprised by how appealing this appeared -- she loved the moors, but she had felt so stifled of late. "I would enjoy that." The yearling muttered, gathering to her feet and waiting for Erzulie to do the same.

Together, they could hunt to their hearts content -- while trouble lay well behind them.