A ghost from the past

Deathbelle nuzzled into Mort’s affections as she tried not to be reminded of the closeness she once shared with his father. She had Magnus to keep her safe, loved, and happy, but the feelings she had for the Warlord would likely never leave. Belle did her best to ignore them, otherwise she was just torturing herself. Mort was quick enough to get into the meat of the matter and he spoke a name she hadn’t thought very hard on in a good while.

The woman in question had been a very sweet young healer, who made a definite impression on the once Empress. Unfortunately she was going to have to disappoint the two young wolves before her. ”I remember her, she was an aspiring young healer. It was comforting to have her in the pack while it lasted but…” She sighed whistfully. ”I don’t know where she might have gone after she disappeared from the pack.” Deathbelle offered both wolves an apologetic glance. ”I wish she had stayed with me, but I suspect there was somewhere else she was needed more than in Ashen.”