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Rosalyn acknowledged Sobo briefly as he called out to her, but she didn't pause for long. She recognized him as a packmate and familiar, but at that moment, she didn't see her son. Not the way she should have.

I'm bringing her back. Rosalyn replied, keeping on her course. She's through interfering with us. There was a confusing lack of distinction between the two individuals, but a growl laid under her voice on the second statement.

Mireille was the one she had departed to seek, but she was not who Rosalyn pictured. The wolf in her mind was black with yellow eyes... another ghost.

She'd welcome Sobo's help if he'd give it, but she was going either way.