Mother Canary-Book 3

The river already gave back what it could.
Now the forest must decide what to do with it.

BurntStar knows the truth now. He knows how to lead a clan - but being a leader and being a father are two entirely different things. EmberHeart is his daughter. He knows that. He just doesn't know what comes next. And underneath the fragile warmth of finally knowing is the prophecy. Still sitting there. Still unspoken. Still pressing against everything.
He cannot keep it much longer.

EmberHeart has never struggled to be certain. But knowing the shape of something and making peace with it are two different things. She knows her mother's name now. Her father's face. And she finds herself searching - for the full truth of that riverbank, for Songwander, who has been beside her since the beginning without either of them knowing why.
She just has to figure out how to say that.
EmberHeart - who has never struggled to say anything.

Songwander is holding everything together.
But something is wrong with MeadowLeap.

MeadowLeap is thinking about HawkFang.
About the morning he left. About what she didn't say.
He doesn't know.
And she is running out of time.

In Mother Canary, a father learns what it means to stay. A daughter learns what it means to be found. A deputy learns that holding everything together sometimes means letting something fall. And a hunter learns that the most important thing she ever tracked wasn't prey.
It was the courage to go back.

The forest is trembling.
But some things were always meant to break the surface