the curse

Twig didn’t linger there for very long, though she was long ate through with worry. Where her adopted nephews were she hadn’t the faintest. She promised to take care of them, but it hadn’t been half a year and they were gone. Tears flowed down her cheeks and her sobs covered the sound of Corvus and his approach. She startled slightly as he touched her shoulder, but her liquid amethyst eyes found his gaze.

It was good to know he’d come to see to her when she was in distress instead of running the other way. Which by all rights he had plenty to excuse himself. Corvus was sensitive though, and she already knew how protective he was over the pack. Did that extend to her? They had been so close on the beach, and he hadn’t hesitated to offer his touch in comfort.

”I can’t find my nephews.” It wasn’t raining but she felt like it was. Twi g held herself loosely, feeling utterly defeated she hung her head. ”I was supposed to take care of them.” She didn’t know what else to do now besides alert their alpha. Then the whole pack would be convinced she didn’t care about the boys, when all she wanted for them was happy lives after tragedy.