Riddle Heights There's no such thing as sin

The shadow committed the names to memory as his older sister spoke, his expression softening. The whole brood was coming to Lore… which only added to his suspicions that Morganna was definitely up to something, otherwise she wouldn’t have returned. Not unless she had the intentions of taking the monadnock back, which he doubted. He nodded at her comment about them being Archer-Lyall’s. Greer had never identified with the Lyall name and had shed it once he left the willows behind. Both his mate and daughter had taken the Archer name—and so would any future litters between the pair.

He snorted at her comment about the willows, his mercury eyes rolling. Barely, he responded quickly, his tail lashing out behind him. Wolves had feared the Ridge wolves once, but not anymore. Not with his uncle at the helm. The pack’s legacy had died with his mother—nothing could resurrect it. Not even with an Archer on the throne. 

Happy to fade it here or with yours.

wait for me to come home

Morganna Archer

Barely. The word raked against her ears but she didn't let it show. She had expected the Ridge to continue to flourish with or without her presence, but apparently, it wasn't meant to be. Though what did she really expect? How many had been welcomed into the fold under Nicolo's guidance rather than her own? Perhaps her mother's name hadn't been enough. "'M sure they'll be fine, they survived me," She teased with a smirk, "What could possibly be worse than tha'?" But surely that was enough deep talk for now. "Mind if I hang around fer th' night?" It was good to be back, but it was better to be so near to family.

Nodding in agreement he pressed his nose to her cheek once more, motioning for her to follow him with a flick of his nose. She had always been his favourite sibling, and aside from her stint outside the Lore and departure to the mountains, they still remained close. Even if she wasn’t willing to share her secret plans with him… yet. He would let her stay as long as she wanted to, even though he knew it wouldn’t surpass the single night. Morganna had to get to the north—to whatever remained of the monadnock. Make her rounds. Let the rest of the land know she had returned. Morg snoop, he joked, nudging her with his shoulder. No trouble, the shadow added with a cheeky smirk, his teeth clicking above her ears as led her through the mountain terrain, prepared to give her a tour before he allowed her to snoop on her own…

Fade—thread complete!