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The more Wylla heard, the more she hardened against Laurel. For the other woman to know that Ursus would come for her, she must have done something to earn their ire. Here she skulked in Rivenwood, bringing danger to all of them with whatever she had done to Ursus.

And she expected help getting her children back?

Mahler wanted their opinions. The last time Wylla shared her opinions at a pack gathering it had been the end of her tenure there. But she was not a leader here, and she reminded herself with a sidelong glance at Sequoia, unharmed thanks to her cowardice, how this was not a pack. This was a collection of wolves with their own goals sharing a territory but no comradery.

So she squared her shoulders. Mahler would not like this, but she didn't care what he or anyone else thought. She had fought to defend their home. She had bled for Rivenwood. She had as much a right to her voice here as anyone. More, she felt, than those who hid instead of fighting.

There is no point leaving as long as Laurel is with us, she said. Her yellow eye settled on Laurel. There was nothing warm about it whatsoever. But this was the truth, she felt, no matter how all the others danced around it. They came here for her. They came for a reason. As long as she is here, they will come again no matter where we go.