Living Not Alive

It was good to have Epitaph to help her with the little ones. He was already proving to be calm and patient with them, and easily kept them out of harm's way. He provided them with warmth and supervision any time Shaye left the den. She might have gone insane if she hadn’t had his help.

It was for this reason that she felt confident in leaving the den and stretching her legs, going for a light jog as she often did, to burn away the pregnancy fat. She was running at a light pace past the rapids when she heard snarling and what sounded a little like a battle. Her ears went back in surprise before she picked up her pace, running now until she found the source of the noise - her apprentice, and a tree.

She slowed as she approached, breathing quickly and out of shape. She appraised Actaea cautiously, seeing the craze in her eyes as she ripped the bark from the tree in what looked like a fit of rage. “What has the tree done to wrong you?“ she wondered, her voice neutral, through she was already on the verge of an idea on what had happened. Her young apprentice had found something out, something Shaye had wanted to protect her from.



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