Heal me, baby

Rhythm would bring the conversation around to her imprisonment, and Shaye’s breathing would roughen. Any reminder of what her Auntie had been through could do that to her. She clenched her jaw to keep back the growl she knew would build if she allowed it. She wanted to tear those wolves apart, to take back time so Rhythm never needed to have suffered, so that Rhyme had not, either.

“You can borrow Feather if you like, and you can always call for a guide to come for you.” she promised, knowing she and Rhyme both would happily come for her. She cleared her throat, trying to bring her thoughts away from the darkness. She knew she would do what she could to get her chance at the slavers, but until then it was better to direct her anger away from it. “There’s a couple other things I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve offered Rhyme Alphaship with me, and… Vail is getting married, her and her partner want you there to preside over it. I believe that’s going to happen soon too, silly love birds don't want to wait.”