The Starling had managed to make nearly everyone forget about him. He had been a loner since birth. Hating company, he had been all but cut out of his own accord from his siblings’ lives, holed up in a tiny den near his family’s that he had begged his mother to keep a secret; he suspected the only wolf in Amberbjorne who knew he existed was his mother, Evangeline.
And hey, that was just fine with him.
He slunk through the trees, figuring he would be punished if he neglected to show. He sat himself near his mother and sisters, not seeing his brother anywhere. Not that he really knew what Derringer looked like.
Abaddon’s eyes flicked around, and his mother caught sight of him. She gestured for him to join them, and he shook his head - no. He hated company. He’d prefer to sit alone.

“I can’t trust a single thing you say.”