"I'll sneak you out of the pack, Modred"
Modred raised his head at his mother who stood behind their door. Her face was straightforward, held high as if she wasn't the same person who had been wailing hours ago.
"Why mother? You're not one to disobey pack rules and traditions" he noted. That was whom his mother was and he had grown used to it.
She never disobeyed rules, nor did she allow any of the pups she raised do so either.
" I have a feeling that Danika is alive" she whispered.
Modred stood abruptly at his feet on hearing her say that. He rushed to her at the door, putting his head out of it as he opened it and stared outside, confirming that no one was nearby.
" But you told me that she was dead, mother" he reminded her Incase she had forgotten. Was she now having a memory loss or something?
Urmaa pulled a hairpin from her hair and into her palm, the blood again already tightly dried and entrusted on it.
" Before. I had to do that to fool him"
