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Sequoia hadn't known that Laurel had known, and she shot her a glance of "what the fuck?" but perhaps she'd had her reasons. The Dritte couldn't help but empathize. She certainly hadn't told anybody about her own murderous former pack mates. She wasn't even sure if any of them were still alive. She did know that if they ever found her, they would most certainly try and kill her, just as Merrick had tried to kill Laurel.

Wylla was the first to speak, and Sequoia had to agree. Wherever Laurel went, Merrick would follow her. Hunt her down until he could take what he thought was his. Sequioa thought a little while longer, and the idea she'd had when talking with Druid previously rang in her head again.

They didn't see me when I was here. I could go, wash myself of Rivenwood's scent. Try and work from the inside. Make sure Indra and Abel are safe. Maybe even bring them back. Or at least warn the rest of you if they plan another attack.

She glanced at Druid and Witch, knowing they would not like this plan. Maybe nobody would, but it was the only thing she could think of that didn't involve throwing Laurel to the literal wolves.