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She chose the path of revenge. But is she strong enough to survive it?

"It's not too late to choose a different path, K'lrsa dan V'na of the White Horse Tribe."

K'lrsa turned to the Lady Moon. "Yes. It is. And that life? That was never the life for me. Never the life I wanted. To sit around a campfire with babies and grandbabies at my feet?" She laughed, soft and low, refusing to cry once more, to acknowledge the subtle appeal of those promises of peace and love.

She would never be the woman in those images, even if she did turn back now.

And what would she go back to?

Her father, the only one who had truly loved and believed in her, was gone.