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He was gone. No, that couldn't be right. Amy had returned from a very successful trade trip, carrying a pup with her. She'd wanted to show Dhiate the newest member of her family. Yet, no matter where she looked, the slave wasn't there. What had gone wrong? He'd had safety, food, a purpose. What more could he ask for? Anger burned inside her, brushing off the droplets that were on her face. He betrayed her! No, Anathema had betrayed her. They had promised her a place of safety to return to in exchange for the information she'd bring. Amy had upheld that contract, but now...
Her mind was in a haze as she approached Naniko's room. She had to talk to them. Understand what had happened. Amy didn't know what had happened to him, somehow hoping that the leaders of the pack would know. Reaching the door Amy knocked loudly, almost demanding for attention. Something was very wrong, and she wanted it fixed. Immediately. Set adrift in her mind, with no place she felt truly comfortable in, what was she supposed to do?
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