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Lilin Soulstorm · 05-14-2012, 12:23 AM

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Finding sleep had been difficult the night before. She'd eventually drifted off to a dormant state of mind but it had been restless, accompanied by disjointed dreams. It was no surprise that she roused before the sun, already out and about by the crack of dawn. She had considered waiting for Saul to awaken and joining him on his morning run but her beau's routine, as predictable as it might have been back at the camp, certainly could have been affected by their expedition. Lilin had no desire to interfere with his sleep schedule so she'd left early that morning. Her ambling around Amherst had been fruitless, uneventful. Perhaps her trip would've been more enjoyable had her mind not been elsewhere; dwelling over what Saul had said about the circumstances surrounding his son's conception. Such a tiny comment had triggered feelings she couldn't quite understand: insecurity intermingled with something else she couldn't quite pinpoint yet.

Approximately three hours had passed since she'd left her group behind. Although most people did expect Saul to wander off in the morning, she didn't know how they would react if she went missing this early on - especially considering the fact that they were far away from ''home''. Truthfully, she hadn't put much thought into it until Saul's distinct scent ensnared her olfactory senses on her way back. There was something different about it; a pungent saltiness that made the tip of her nose twitch impulsively. His tracks were fresh enough; she could practically smell the ocean moisture clinging to his pelt. It took some effort for the Soulstorm heir to realign herself in the right direction but her perseverance eventually led her to two forlorn buildings when she emerged from a clearing in the woods; the biggest one pulsating with his familiar, oh-so comforting aroma.

Mediterranean irises noted the open door with anticipation, a feeling that rapidly morphed into concern and bewilderment as the crashing sound of something falling assaulted her receivers unexpectedly. Involuntarily, she froze in the doorway. While the better alternative would have been to simply enter the library to make sure no danger had befallen Saul, the unknown fragrance of another wolf was enough to make her hesitate. Dichotomous ears stood upright then, just in time to seize a demand that further fueled her confusion. Lilin’s silhouette emerged from the main entrance just as a blurted apology tumbled out of her cousin’s maw.

“Saul?” The entirety of her unspoken worries transpired through his name. There was nothing else she could do to physically announce her presence; she was in no position to interfere with the conversation already underway. Shadows and dust particles were prominent in the library, and Lilin found herself squinting to focus on the stranger standing before them.

’’So you’re one of Drey’s boys, are you now? And who’s this?’’ the woman asked, genuine intrigue woven in her tone of voice. Her blatant disregard for the books and the cabinet was evident; her attention was elsewhere, intensely fixated on the two young wolves before her.

Lilin’s interest was piqued from the start. Something in the newcomer’s sterling gaze made her want to cooperate and play along, if only for a little while. “Lilin Soulstorm.” She had not expected much of a reaction at this point. Her dam had been one of Crow’s first illegitimate children- Lillith Stormbringer couldn’t recall her father’s face and he couldn’t recall hers. There was no way his granddaughter’s existence was worthy of knowledge. It all seemed like a perfectly logical explanation until the chestnut-hued woman shattered Lilin’s misconception with intimidating ease.

“With a name like that, you must be Lillith’s child.”

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