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It felt odd. The oddness of it all came in more than one ways, that morning. An unfamiliar weight was settled on her hip, and the source radiated a sweet smell much like her own she had acquired since mated but mixed with a little sea salt. There was joy in the foreign sensation along with a bitterness that couldn’t be described through words.
Her face was painted grim, shadowed, withdrawn from the world, but less so than it was if you had seen her earlier in the month. Sere hands were wrapped around a child she could call her own, a child she had scooped from the ground almost automatically. His eyes were closed, closed in juvenile exhaustion. Open they would have been bright, disheveled like his father’s, but frosty like her own.
The morning was a murky blur and settled like fog over a river in the back of Ever’s mind. Now she was here, exchanging looks with members that were all too memorable, but now appeared like threats with fur. Her tongue had not moved since the night, more or less common for her now. Each breath felt like a habit, a reaction, and unreal. But Ever did her best to listen. Vigilante spoke immediately; his voice was unfathomable as it spoke names she did not register or events she had no knowledge of. Once the significance had silenced, she felt a few glances, her lithe body going stiff even under her mate’s gaze. She wouldn’t be surprised if her ghost-like absence seemed bizarre suddenly connecting to a pup.
At first, she ignored the eyes closest to her. But when his voice cut through her haze, she turned. Her son stirred, burying his ashen muzzle into to lamb-white tuft of her stomach. It was similar to pain, theoretically. Ever’s gaze was hard, but not unkind. Her expression rounded out the sharp edges, making her silent phrase a concerning question. As if in response to her own inquiry, the lady pressed Elias to her side. She had no skills to offer the pack and with a child, free time seemed impossible. However, without Ezra’s protection more than just their small family would suffer.
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