The herbs he was supposed to eat to help reduce the itch of the scar tissue that spread over his still healing wounds, had lost all value. Life had lost all value to him, discouraged by his limitations and angered beyond reason. He still could not completely internalize the death of his parents, even though he had cried and mourned and screamed at the sky.
What purpose did it all have if he couldn’t make any progress? If he couldn’t even avenge his parents or protect his family like he was supposed to, like he wanted to? Nero didn’t want to get better if it meant he would still be a useless scrap of fur. That damn ear that s
Outside the Winter Den…
The golden pup wasn’t entirely sure what she’d agreed to. Everyone had to have a task—that was clear—but she wasn’t sure what a Courser did. The most she’d gotten from Momma and others was that they told other wolves important things, and that they got to leave the Territory. That was a thought that excited her and scared her. She’d have to go away from Momma?
So, Cat waited here for Aunt Sho, who was a Courser herself. She’d teach the pup how to be a great Courser! And Cat would make her proud!
Seeing his brother again had filled him with emotion, and crying had been his first impulse. Relief to see him alive, anger and shame and guilt when he saw those sightless eyes where there once had been a gentle and loving gaze; envy, because he had had the strength to fight and attack when he had perished to hopelessness, because Tzuriel had hope and faith even when everything had been lost. Love and pride, because he was his brother, and he was brave and honourable even in darkness.
But past the brief conversation they had shared that day, the first one in a long, long time, Nero hadn’t spoken to him again, just lik
Her heart was beating like a bee’s wings, and the Meister couldn’t help but wonder if the wolves gathering at the snowy clearing could hear it. The weight of the evergreen crown settled on her head, adorned with small bits of ice and snow, fought against the pounding behind her features, swallowing audibly even as the memory of Robin’s kind smile as she gave it to her as a gift lit up her face. She wanted Vladimir to hurry up so the wait would be over, but another part of her was dreading that walk down the corridor of packmates to Aragon’s side.
In the blink of an eye, a date had been set. After a year since