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Kyna screams
His life had gotten immensely better with the scarlet wolf in it. Even though they did not see each other as often as he would have liked, the shadow cherished the time they spent together. He longed for the moment he would see her again as soon as they parted ways. While he enjoyed the way she made him feel, and was absolutely over the moon whenever he got to spend time with her, Greer also did not know how to handle it. The raven was used to distancing himself from others and isolating himself—something he did so well. She was the only exception… she always had been. Since the day that he had stumbled upon her, cowering beneath rock, Greer had wanted to know more about her.
It would be so much easier if they were together. In the same pack. Where he could see her whenever he pleased.
But, as the words rolled off his tongue, the shadow tensed. His brow furrowed, a frown falling onto his dark lips as he studied his little flame. Could he leave the monadnock behind just as he had left the willows? His throat tightened at the thought. The forest south of the tundra had felt like home, until one day, it didn’t. The branches overhead became daunting and suffocating as hostility rose between the Archers. Back then he had toyed around with the idea of joining the Bend, but Craw and his sister had come to him before he had mustered up the courage. Their offer had been the out he had been desperately searching for and it was a way to help his family. Greer had planned to help the group with their move to the tundra and then, once everyone was settled, he would leave. Pursue something else. Something different. Like Kyna… and wherever it was she called home.
But something had happened.
He had grown comfortable in this new home.
Whitestone was much different than his former home. Finally the shadow felt useful. His sister and the silver spider had shown him that his skills were needed—that he was needed. Could he abandon them now?
Kyna was worth it, and he knew that. He cared for the scarlet wolf more than he had ever cared for another living creature (perhaps even more than himself) but he did not know if he could leave. Not yet.
His expression crumbled as his mercury gaze fell away from her flames. “Greer come,” he started, voice low as he avoided her eyes. “Not stay… not yet.” He feared for the worst. He could help his closest and dearest friend find the mountains she craved, but he could not stay with her. Not while he was needed in Whitestone.