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Further confessions
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The black and white love of her life had been missing that morning when she awoke from the church and it wasn’t long after she had heard Hanna’s first howl of the day, near to her borders. Any one of her scouts or any wolf nearby could have answered such a call, Cercelee did not imagine it concerned her. Wondering where the male had slipped off to, Cercelee set about her day. Without Slay to distract her she believed she could get some work done, not that there was much work to do. The main church hall needed to be cleaned as she had done for the tiny kitchen and bedroom. That could wait, no one used the vast room, Cer even forget it was the majority of their home most the time. Mostly she wasted her time, thinking of the pack and of Slay. As far as she was concerned it was a typical day.
It was later in the morning, Cercelee was outside wandering aimlessly through the church’s personal vineyards, when the call came for her. From Hanna again. Puzzled the four legged wolf set off, her pace steady. When she arrived she noted first the lingering scent of her own mate on the female, and a stone seemed to drop in her stomach. The scent wouldn’t linger so if they had not had some contact but ignoring her initial jealousy Cercelee took in the sight of the ex-member. Her voice calm, peaceful, she hoped not to seem rude with her question but it was clear Hanna was not having a good day. “Hanna... what’s wrong?” She waited, silently, noting how quickly her heartbeat had suddenly become.
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