She had gone to the caverns to seek guidance, to hold commune with them. So much had gone wrong, so much continued to fall apart. What had she done to lose the favor of the gods so quickly? She had lost Raisa, Raisa's children and their inheritance were in jeopardy because of Raisa's irrational lover, the pack she held in trust for them falling apart at the seams as the rats jumped ship.
She had not expected to find someone already there.
The thrumming feeling of the god-touch, Freya's hand as the music of the cavern's rushed through her, suddenly tapered off as the scent and sounds of another wolf intruded. Gold-flecked mercury eyes narrowed as her head turned to regard the wolf, who had likewise noticed her.
The woman's silky words automatically raised her hackles. Head and tail likewise raised dominantly as she stared at her golden counterpart, cold eyes fixed on her in the darkness. "Who are you?" she rumbled.
