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Ever since she had heard the news, Kaira had been unable to sleep. She would lie awake at night and think about her son. He was alive, but had been taken from her. Amy had taken him from her. Amy, that freaking dog, had taken so much from her. She had taken Kiara's beautiful coat and carved disgusting designs into the white wolf's fur. That dog had taken her pride as a non-shifter and stolen her choice of a single form. It was all Kiara could do but not think about the coming month. According to Drin, Kiara would shift four months after being infected and the arctic female had no choice but to believe the false information. However, none of those could compare to the loss of Kohaku. Her only son, stolen from her den. The very thought made the young mother's blood boil with rage.
When Zalen and Fayne had broken the news to Kaira, she had wanted to immediately leave New Dawn to search for her missing son. Kohaku was alive and Kiara could only imagine the horrors that Amy was putting him through. The very idea nearly drove the young mother insane with anger and grief. But as always, Lucia held her back. Young, innocent, dependent Lucia. The pup's presence acted as an anchor for her mother and forced her to stay inside the parklands. Kiara could not, would not abandon Lucia nor would she take the juvenile wolf on a dangerous hunt. Kiara wouldn't bring Lucia anywhere close to Amy.
The scarred mother had watched when Zalen and Shandom left New Dawn under the shroud of darkness. It was infuriating for her to be unable to go with them and Kiara had waited anxiously for their return. Only a tiny bit of relief came when the Alpha and Gamma had returned. Zalen rose his voice and called out to the pack, demanding their presence. The exhausted female and her daughter rose and together they followed Tharin out of the den. Kiara's heckles stood on end and anger seethed in her eyes when she took her place among the subordinate wolves. Kiara sat down on her haunches and didn't meet anyone's eyes. She kept her body low and submissive, but it was all she could do from to prevent herself from standing up and demanding answers. The young mother felt worse than useless and so very sad.
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