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Morning came with gray light and wet leaves.
The resting ground woke quickly.
No one stretched lazily.
No one wandered without purpose.
Beast people rose, sniffed the air, checked cubs, checked wounds, lifted bundles, sharpened bone blades, and prepared to move.
The war-pride was supposed to leave that morning.
Everyone knew it.
The road had already been delayed by the baboons and Thorn Hollow.
Staying too long in one place meant scent trails thickened.
Enemies noticed.
Forest beasts grew bold.
Then Karesh stepped onto a large stone near the center path.
“The war-pride stays.”
The whole resting ground went still.
A wolf male lifted his head.
“For how long?”
Karesh looked over the crowd.
“Until Rauvan says move.”
Low voices started at once.
“Why?”
“We were meant to cross the river path before the next dark.”
“If we stay, scent hunters will find us.”
“The cubs cannot stay near old blood this long.”
Vasha stepped forward before anyone else could gather courage.
Her neck was still sore, but she kept her chin raised.
“Is this because of the hollow female?”
She didn’t just speak.
She made sure her voice carried so every cub and old one could hear.
“We are risking the road for a female we found in mud.
She killed a baboon, yes, but now the baboons will spread word.
Thorn Hollow, if survived, will spread word.
If we stay, we invite teeth from every side.”
The voices lowered.
Vasha looked around, making sure everyone heard her.
“We are risking the road for a female we found in mud.
She killed a baboon, yes, but now the baboons will spread word.
Thorn Hollow will spread word.
If we stay, we invite teeth from every side.
Are we stopping the whole war-pride because she cannot walk?”
A few males looked at one another.
Some females whispered too.
Vasha let her eyes sweep over the mothers holding cubs.
“Some of you lost mates yesterday.
Some of you are still bleeding.
But we are staying because Rauvan decided to play savior to a hollow bird who spreads her legs for the first strong male who looks at her.”
A few females flinched.
One mother pulled her cub closer.
Vasha smiled thinly.
“I’m only saying what everyone is thinking.”
But she felt the shift and pushed harder.
“Rauvan took her under his fang.
That is his right.
But does one wounded hollow bird matter more than the cubs?
More than the old ones?
More than the hunters who have to guard every side while her scent leaks into the trees?”
That did it.
Fear moved through the crowd, and fear was easy to turn.
Then Rauvan stepped out.
The voices died so fast it was almost funny.
He did not shout.
He did not explain.
He only walked out from the root shelter, hair loose over his shoulders, pale blue eyes cold, dark markings visible across his bare chest and arms.
The whole pride remembered itself at once.
Vasha’s mouth closed.
Rauvan looked at her.
That look was quiet, but it carried warning.
Vasha swallowed the rest of her words, and everyone saw it.
Her pride burned in her throat, but she lowered her eyes because she was not stupid enough to fight him in front of everyone twice.
Rauvan looked over the crowd.
“We stay.”
No one argued.
Then he turned and walked back.
Pearl watched everything from near the shelter roots, her hands twisted together.
She had barely slept, and her eyes were swollen from crying, but she looked cleaner now.
Someone had given her water, and one of the older females had pointed her toward a place to wash her face.
The slap mark was still on her cheek, but she was standing straighter than yesterday.
She did not know what to do with herself.
Most of the females avoided her.
Some looked at her with pity.
Some with fear.
Some with dislike, because Pearl had come with Odette, and Odette had already disturbed everything.
Pearl wanted to ask if Odette was awake.
She wanted to ask if she could see her.
She wanted to ask if Odette was breathing better, if she had eaten, if the wound on her neck was closing, if she was angry, if she remembered Pearl had followed her.
The only person near the shelter was Karesh.
So Pearl went to him.
Karesh saw her coming and almost looked tired before she even opened her mouth.
“Is Odette awake?” Pearl asked.
“No.”
“Is she breathing well?”
“Yes.”
“Did she move?”
“Yes.”
Pearl’s eyes widened.
“She moved?
When?
Did she wake?
Did she say something?
Did she ask for me?
Did she try to stand?
She does that even when she should not.
Yesterday she kept trying to walk even though her knee was bleeding, and I told her she should lean on me, but she is heavy.
Not bad heavy.
Just taller than me.
And I am not very strong.
My sister used to say I run faster than I carry.
But I tried.
I really tried.”
Karesh stared ahead.
Pearl kept walking beside him because he had started moving along the shelter line.
Karesh didn’t tell her to shut up.
He didn’t walk faster.
He just kept moving at her pace, listening while she ranted, his hands resting loosely on his weapons like he was guarding her without making it obvious.
“Do you think she hates me for following her?
I know she said I could come, but maybe she was just saying that because I was crying and being useless.
I did not mean to cry so much.
It is just that everything happened so fast, and Thorn Hollow was screaming, and I thought if I stayed there I would die or become someone’s mate before the next rain.
Also, the females here do not talk to me.
Maybe they think I am strange.
Or maybe they are scared of her.
Or maybe they are scared of Rauvan.
I am also scared of Rauvan.”
Karesh said nothing.
Pearl glanced at him.
“Are you scared of him?”
“No.”
“Because you are his first-claw?”
“Yes.”
“That means you are very strong, right?”
“Yes.”
“Stronger than Vasha?”
Karesh paused.
Pearl immediately panicked.
“Sorry.
I should not ask that.
I talk when I am nervous.
I know I talk too much.
My sister used to tell me that if a predator found me, it would not even need to smell me because it would hear me first.”
Karesh looked at her then.
Pearl was not looking back at him.
She stared at the ground as she walked, still talking with her hands moving nervously in front of her.
Her small horns curved gently above her head, catching the morning light whenever she moved.
Her duiker ears twitched at every sound, and the red mark on her cheek stood out sharply against her skin.
The cut on her lip opened a little whenever she talked too much, which seemed to be often.
Something in his pale amber eyes softened for half a second.
Then he turned his face away again.
Karesh should have told her to leave.
He did not.
Pearl took a breath and became quieter.
“I am sorry.
I keep talking because Odette is my only friend here, and she is asleep, and everyone else looks at me like I brought trouble with me.
Maybe I did.
Maybe we both did.
But I did not want to stay there.
I could not stay there.”
Karesh glanced down at her again.
This time his voice was quieter too.
“You are not useless.”
Pearl blinked up at him, surprised.
He kept walking.
“You followed your friend into danger.
That is not useless.”
Pearl’s ears twitched.
A tiny, shy smile tugged at her split lip.
“Oh… thank you.”
Karesh didn’t smile back.
But the corner of his mouth moved — just slightly — like he almost wanted to.
Karesh looked away.
“She is alive,” he said.
Pearl stopped walking.
Her eyes brightened at once.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And she will wake?”
“When her body chooses.”
Pearl nodded quickly, as if that was the best answer she had ever heard.
“Good.
That is good.
Thank you.”
Karesh continued walking.
Pearl hurried after him again, because apparently that was not the end of her questions.
In the next few sun-turns, Odette slept deeply.
Her body healed faster than it should have.
The wound on her neck began to close.
The swelling in her hand went down.
Her bruises faded from black to purple.
Her breathing grew steadier.
But she did not wake.
Rauvan watched her more than he wanted to admit.
He did not sit close to her.
He did not touch her unless he needed to check if the fever had returned.
He rested deeper inside the shelter, farther from the hide where she slept, because distance made him feel like he still had control.
But her scent filled the space anyway.
At first, it bothered him.
Then it calmed him.
That was worse.
By the second night, Rauvan realized he had started sleeping better near her scent.
Not fully.
Not weakly.
But deeper than usual.
His body, which always stayed half-ready for battle, relaxed whenever the hidden thread of her blood moved through the shelter.
He hated it.
He still stayed.
On the third night, Odette woke to fire in her veins.
It wasn’t pain.
It was heat.
Thick, liquid, and merciless.
It started low in her belly and rolled outward in waves, making her thighs press together and her back arch off the hides.
A broken sound slipped from her throat before she could stop it.
Her eyes flew open.
The shelter smelled like him.
Saber-tooth musk, warm skin, old blood, and something darker that made her mouth water.
Her body felt too sensitive, every brush of hide against her skin was almost unbearable.
Her nipples tightened against the torn fabric covering her chest.
Between her legs, she was slick and aching in a way she had never felt before.
She needed.
She needed a male.
Now.