Mahariel couldn’t possibly remember the last time she’d felt so good, so free – the last time she’d just stopped whatever it was she was doing and took a breath. Her clan was long gone now, and took with it her only hopes of ever finding this kind of peace again, it seemed.
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The offer was tempting, very much so, but it felt wrong, deep in her bones, to pretend the last year and a half never happened. She wasn’t the same, be it mentally or physically, and while anyone who knew her was aware of the endless love she had for her clan – her family –, it was not something that could ever be fixed with denial. She felt it, always, the Taint running through her veins, skin scarred by the claws of a creature bigger than a dozen of bears, the missing tip at the end of her right ear, and the very absent clan mate at her side when hunting. It was just more comforting to say that as a Warden, she had a duty to the