Blackfeather Woods Draw me not without reason; sheath me not without honour.

He saw her move between the foliage, and looked right through her.

Venamis was sure that his heart might leap from the ribs that caged it, so certain he felt Maegi might have finally decided to turn on him in favour of her little bitch. Wasn't that what he wanted? A reason to disperse that meant he wasn't to blame, something he didn't need to be responsible for?

He blinked at the pallid she-wolf, his frown deep and alabaster eyes sharp beneath his furrowed brows. Pausing to stand before her, Ven failed to respond to her greeting with any of his own, instead choosing to announce a bold: "I'm leaving."