between angels and insects
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Set in early September.

Hindsight was an interesting perception. It often changed a person’s mind, making them realize an event was blown out of proportion, that anger and fear was unjustified. Other times, it dug into a person’s gut, making them realize their prior triumphs were really fatal mistakes. Good or bad, hindsight lent a new kind of understanding to the past.

Vesper frowned as she sat in the middle of the thin plains, nose lifted slightly to smell the salt from the coast south of here. In the east was the city of Halifax, a place she had yet to explore but had heard much about. She wasn’t sure when she would wander that way, but it wasn’t now. She was already missing the shelter of the forests and would probably retreat to the leaf-sheltered shadows.

Right now, however, she had promised herself some time to think. Her life was more physical than it was philosophical, but she understood that reflection on the past could prevent mistakes in the future—and she was quite future-oriented, always planning, always checking.

She had set aside time for thinking, but all she could conjure up right now, with the silence broken only by a few cricket chirps, was a vague feeling of disgust and apathy for the world.

Every day, Vesper found a new reason to be frustrated with the various canines of the world. Usually, it was evidence of their stupidity, but their cruelty and lack of sense had bothered her, too. Her father as well as Oliver had been drunk on power, and while she’d killed the latter, there was nothing she could do about Marcel. She had protected the band of coyotes from Oliver’s tyranny, and yet they’d been too scared and pathetic to recognize the killing for justice. Lately, she’d been called inferior for being single-formed, for not having been born with the “gift” that was the luperci gene.

Cool. Calm. Collected.

The hybrid reclaimed her mask of ice, the barrier of composure that kept inside vesuvian rages. She was not a madwoman or berserker, but she hated blind anger and the trip-ups that came with it.

She should not dwell on things she could not change.


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