Lenore had left their mother in the late hours of the night, slipping off to search for safety within a pack. She had done so at Caedmon’s urging - otherwise, she wouldn’t have left at all. She desperately wanted to know her mother, to be a happy family. She was her mother’s daughter in every physical way, so much so that nothing hinted at which man was Lenore’s father; the Amaya prince who had sired Gedeon, Briar and Mara or the Sabertooth prince who had fathered Calliope, Ophelia and Caedmon. As a result, she often felt alienated and like she didn’t belong. Caedmon always protected Lenore, though. She was grateful for him.
She had come to Nightingale, ruled by a storm king and a Monokeros queen. She had heard Queen Amalthea was from Sabertooth. Would she know the boy Adonis, who was possibly Lenore’s father if it wasn’t Prince Chiodos of Amaya? Lenore’s wings flapped then settled, and she took a deep breath. She howled, and sat down to wait for whomever would come.


“In the night, the stormy night.”