Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

Part of her wished this was a dream that she'd wake up from, but the fear was too real for that. There was no daze--this was all real, all vividly real. Too real. The woman started to speak again and her ears turned toward the sound, every cell in her body freezing over.

Him or me.

What could she do? There was no way to get back, to warn him. She was completely and utterly fucked. Mou had evidently caused so much ire that even news of his death wasn't taken at face value. It increased her rage against him, and for a long moment, she considered bringing him here herself. . .

But he's the only one in the world that truly loves you.

No matter what he had done, he possessed her heart. They had been reunited--it couldn't be for nothing. No matter how evil he was, Maegi couldn't give up on him.

But she wasn't ready to die yet, either.

Sure, if you want me to call for a dead wolf, I'll do it, Maegi said hollowly, turning a weary gaze upon Niamh. I don't know why you keep linking my family to whatever he did. I didn't even know who he was until he brought the Redhawk back. Mou's your family. She ignored that, for now.

Two others showed up, and Maegi's fear grew by increments. Two of them, well-built, a male and a female. She wondered, idly, whether the pair--or the golden woman--had been the ones to deal Cicero his mortal wound. But she supposed it didn't matter.

As a whole, they had caused just as much strife in her life as her pack had caused theirs.

Didn't that make them hypocrites?

evil doesn't exist

only necessity