Derevko’s tie with Aeolus was still there, but she hadn’t seen him in a while. Not since she had walked out on him. Like a bitch.
She didn’t quite know what to do with herself. That had been rude . . . and now? She was lucky if she didn’t get kicked out of Sabertooth. Although, Aeolus seemed too sweet to kick her out just because she was rude one time.
Derevko’s audits pricked as she heard Achilles call for the pack. She didn’t allow herself much time to get there, but she was still not the first; several other wolves, including Marika and Apollo, had beat her there. Iris, one of Achilles and Pandora’s daughters, was a bloody and gray heap. Derevko’s eyes took in the scene, wings folded neatly to her back. Apollo was in pieces; so was Pandora. The young pups were in various states of bewildered, scared, and maybe even angry.
Achilles was very specific. Derevko, with her wings, would be on the aerial lines; her Uncle Remus was fighting at the front - made sense, as he was a beta. Derevko glimpsed Chickadee, standing in shock. Her older half-sister would be flying also.
Following Achilles’ words, Pandora laid into Aurora, quite ferociously. The pretty Skyling, the cause of all this trouble, seemed scared and remorseful. Derevko watched impassively, not really listening. Her mind was somewhere else.

“Check my vital signs to know I’m still alive & I walk alone!”