Father’s will always worry, he mused aloud, a small smile accenting his words. Lachesis was the king of worrying and he understood Emrys’ grief. It’s our job to. But you can’t tear yourself up about it. She couldn’t have gone too far. He hoped. His own children—his first litter—had gone missing and had not been found. He knew Kyrios was still about—Bennet had told him that—but he did not know where. Or if the Aegina would ever return to the Kingswood, even just for a visit. But there were plenty of wolves in the north, and nearby, that would return the missing daughter to her home. Especially a cub so young. She had just lost her way, nothing more nothing less.
The pale man’s words earned a hearty laugh from the ghost, his eyes crinkling in amusement. I’m sure Jynx won’t kill you, he retorted quickly as he gave a reassuring bump to the male’s shoulder. She’s just worried, like you, he added before motioning for the healer to follow him south, to the lake hidden behind a sea of towering evergreens.
stick with those who stick with you