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A shift occurred in her peculiar sister, something not entirely unexpected. She saw anger directed at her and this brought fire into her eyes. An equal reaction grew in her chest and filled her blood with fury. How dare she. How dare she. “I buried your daughter,” she hissed, her pretty face twisting and distorting. There was still beauty there—oh how beautiful she still was—but there was a beast living under her mask, a beast that she knew because it was her soul and it had been formed out of so many terrible things.
Her hands curled and it took a great effort to keep them still. “She’s under a willow tree next to a lake up north,” the she-wolf growled, ears pinned flat against her head. She again felt the crow’s talons and again ignored him. The hunter turned from her sister and made to leave, believing that nothing more needed to be said. It was apparent that Tayui had judged her and would not see anything beyond the true monster that the woman was.