Larentia’s place as a sigma, she had to admit, was much better than being a prisoner in Tarben. She could roam free here, and wasn’t a constant pup machine. All the same, there was something sickening about life. She was a hollow shell. Her mind was too bored, her body becoming frail and weak. Larentia had seemingly lost the capability to feel emotion. When she did (rarely), it was a stabbing, depressing pain of knowing everything she had loved was gone. Remus had a new girl. Tiberias was dead, Daneliya living a haunted life of her own. Boiko, Huginn, Raven, and Muninn were dead, Skadi was lost to Larentia, and Nadia had disappeared; there were grandchildren, but Nadia’s two were in Dawnshire, Skadi’s beasts of Tarben . . . and Raven’s were here. In Ranjord, in Larentia’s pack. But she couldn’t reach out to them. She didn’t know anything about the father, Enigma. Esmeray reminded Larentia too much of Raven.
Oh, and she was a great-grandmother too. . . . She had heard that Maleren, one of Skadi’s boys, had had two, a daughter and a son. Pffft, they were unreachable.
Aegir’s speech was not incredibly exciting. Neither was the way Queen Marella smiled, so full of excitement and youth. The thing was, Larentia remembered when she had been that fresh-faced, that in love . . . and the price she had paid for it.

"I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain."