Jade Fern Grove After the war I went back to New York

She did not realize she was holding her breath until Hor swept into the scene. He was seemingly at ease, throwing her a wry grin in greeting. Then, as if hit by a wall he stopped, he was staring at Kelina. Semira knew she should not have called him, but would have felt guilty otherwise. 

She felt herself suck in a sharp breath as Kelina spoke. Her voice. It was wrong. She was far too sweet, far too kind. Semira stepped just a tad closer to Hor, and away from the wolfess. She slid her amber gaze anxiously back to Hor, this was not the woman she had been speaking too for the last-however long it had been.