Lenore gave a soft laugh. “I, too, haven’t been here long. I was born in the wilds of Starfall. My mother has never belonged to a pack. I don’t know my father, since I’m of a double litter and I look exactly like her; none of us know my father’s identity. All my siblings have traits which can point them to their father, but . . . we may not ever know.” She heaved a small sigh. “He’s either a prince of Amaya or a long-dead prince of Sabertooth. I have reason to believe my grandmother is alive, as well as my mother’s brother, and I’m sure I have plenty of living relatives on my grandfather’s side, since he was of the royal line of Tarben. But I do not know. I don’t even have a single idea where my mother or siblings may be, since we all went our separate ways a long time ago.”

“In the night, the stormy night.”