PENIELI burst out into the training field, expecting to see Rhea drilling warriors or sharpening weapons. The field was busy, but I didn't see her stern figure anywhere.Then I heard it. A high, giggling laugh, followed by a lighter, rumbling chuckle.I turned my head, my steps slowing to a stop. Near the edge of the field, under the shade of a large oak tree, was a sight I never thought I'd see.Rhea was on the ground, surrounded by a wriggling pile of werewolf pups, the youngest ones, maybe three or four years old. One was trying to climb onto her back. Another was tugging on the sleeve of her training leathers. A little girl with curly hair was sitting in her lap, babbling something while Rhea listened, a soft, almost-smile on her usually severe face.My mouth fell open in shock.One of the pups spotted me and pointed. Rhea’s head snapped up. The moment her eyes met mine, the softness vanished, replaced by instant, flustered alarm. She gently set the little girl aside and stood up
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