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     The nightmares had begun again.
     Each time, the dream was the same. The collared wolf, Corvus (though that was not his true name) moving through the darkness. His black eyes like those of a shark, a snake, and the white teeth that knew only how to kill and render asunder all that lived—the same as his collar, the same as his daughter’s eyes. He came from the forest without a sound and with only the scent of blood to announce him. Then there was nothing but pain. Claws tore open his face, teeth ripped through his flesh, and a great weight sought to crush the very air out of his lungs. All pain came and shattered what sanity he could carry. There was never any sound. There was never any rescue.
     But something peculiar had happened this time. This time, Cwmfen came as she had before. Except the demon did not leave as he had before. The demon turned on his daughter and began to destroy her. Ezekiel watched, helpless, as she was forced to the ground, as the monster laughed and pulled her head back. Everything changed; the demon became his uncle, and Cwmfen became Talitha.
     Ezekiel woke screaming, covered in dirt and smelling blood. It took him several long moments to figure out what had occurred. While sleeping he had begun tearing up the small, semi-collapsed den he had taken for the night. The fresh wounds on his arms had broken open. Frustrated by this fact, by the bitter taste in his mouth, he ran through the damp field as best he could, soaking his legs and underside full-through. He ran south because the dream compelled him to do so. He didn’t stop running until the smell of wolves flared up like a wall. Then he began to stalk the border, unable to rest, panting heavily and fighting the urge to vomit. All he wanted to do was find Cwmfen. The need to see her was overbearing, and hung over his head like the now-passed storm clouds.
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Over a short period of time, Alexey had grown accustomed to supporting herself, as well as two adolescent boys. She had unexpectedly become an independent woman and a single mother, which undoubtedly drained most of her time and energy. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though! It made her feel accomplished, giving her the impression that she was indeed worthy of her rank. The kids under her care weren’t of her own flesh and blood, but she considered them as such nonetheless. After all, it was she who provided them with food and shelter! In a way, the Lilium had willingly renounced to all of his rights as their father. Emwe and Conor seemed unfazed though, for the chocolate male’s bouts of insanity had wounded them both physically and emotionally. Although Alexey did her best to fill the void in their hearts, things weren’t all roses and butterflies. Recently, she’d notified Conor that they could no longer sleep in the same bed. The boy’s reaction, paired with his lavender-eyed innocence, had left her feeling like a monster. Hurting him had never been her intention, but boundaries had to be instilled. She could only hope he’d find it in his heart to forgive her. Dahlia de Mai’s Caregiver could not be caught sleeping with one of her foster children, no matter how pure her intentions were.

Rare were the times when she found herself so close to the borders. She did not have the strength or personality to forcefully remove trespassers. Should anyone ever become hostile in her presence, there was no doubt as to who would vanquish the other; hence why the Lilium and the Adonis normally handled border duty. Unfortunately, due to recent circumstances, Cwmfen would be unable to do so for the weeks to come. Motherhood beckoned her home where she belonged. As for Haku, if the rumors circulating were any substantial proof, most of his time was spent out of the pack lands with some strange female. With two out of three leaders unavailable, Lexey took it upon herself to help out. She’d spent a considerable amount of time scouting the borders, but nothing could have prepared her for the scent that suddenly infiltrated her nostrils. Visual confirmation came shortly thereafter. The Koios girl froze in her tracks, unsure of what to do. Her mind was a blur, she couldn't think properly, but she did note the coyote’s ragged breathing and restlessness. What the hell was going on? “Don’t.” she finally said, keeping a reasonable distance between the two of them. She was doing this for her safety as well as his. Haku would not hesitate to trigger a war over something as trivial as this coyote’s proximity to Dahlian borders.


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     The borders had changed. Even the scents around these were different. His head lowered and he began to take them in, pacing wildly, tail following the motion of his spine. Cwmfen’s scent was much weaker then he had expected—especially given she was third in command. Frustrated by this, Ezekiel’s speed increased. That was, of course, until a voice broke through the buzzing in his head. Startled, he jumped, head and tail rising and heart pounding in his chest.
     He did not recognize the copper-colored woman. Her body language was not outright aggression, but he had no doubt that the stories about Inferni had warped them into monsters. Once his heart had managed to slow back to the ragged pace it had been at his arrival, he attempted to regain some composure. This was made difficult due mostly to his mouth hanging open, panting heavily, potentially making him look vicious due to the bared teeth and scars on his face. “Cwmfen,” he managed to say, and then coughed heavily.
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