She wanted to stay close to Soran, her mate, but the pale female had been reassured by the dark angel that her daughter was protection enough. Still, as the Dreamers drifted through the woods, she tried to keep Soran in her view. Eventually, though, the two were separated. Deuce tightened her grip on her dagger, memories of Erik teaching her to use it in her mind. It was as useful as a claw, he'd said once, as long as you don't let it get separated from you. Just ahead, she saw her son's brother in law. She caught up with him, exchanging a nod with him. While he might have wanted to go with his sister, she needed to have someone to protect, and to protect her. Safety in numbers. She could see other dreamers near by, and whispered a soft prayer to Rhiannon to keep the pack safe.
How little she knew her daughter in law was a prisoner. If she'd known, she would have made it clear she wanted to help rescue Maska's captives. But she didn't know, so she moved forward, unnerved by the battle cry rising from the Aniwayans. Unfamiliar words were being chanted, and she found herself countering with a soft prayer spoken in Irish. "A bheith le linn bandia" War was here.
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