This was interesting news; news of a treaty. Larentia knew now that she had grandchildren in Pierce, Esmeray, and Clouseau. There had been another grandson from Raven, too - but he had vanished, along with a huge wave of wolves across the packs, both common and royal. Raven herself was dead, just like . . . every single other child of Larentia’s, except perhaps Nadia. Valkyrie, the new beta from Amberbjorne, had brought news of the death of Larentia’s eldest, Skadi. Though that woman had never truly been Larentia’s daughter, she supposed; she had always been loyal to Beartooth.
Five daughters and a son. Of these children birthed by the witch of the wood, only one was still possibly alive; three had died in war, one from starvation in captivity, and still another by drowning. And now? Skadi’s daughters were in Ranjord, along with Raven’s surviving three children. But all of them were to be married off. Probably all of them would leave Ranjord, except Pierce and Clouseau. All for the sake of this treaty. The broken woman huffed, not believing the peace would keep.

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