Bellatrix watched disgruntled from the bed as Molly Weasley bustled around the room helping Andromeda clear out the furniture.

"Don't you worry," Molly said, "Arthur and I have plenty of experience remodeling ourselves. We'll help you get this all sorted."

"Thank you, Molly," Andy said, nearly sagging with relief.

"How are you getting the materials here?"

"Narcissa said she'd take care of it," Andy said, "but she didn't say how."

Molly frowned, her lips thinning, but she didn't say anything. Andy glanced at her, watching out of the corner of her eye. Molly used her wand to levitate the dresser out the door into the hallway. Andy prodded Bellatrix into jumping off the bed, shrunk it slightly and levitated it out of the room.

"Where are the materials being delivered?" Molly asked.

"Black Manor - Grimwood Manor, to be exact," Andromeda said. "It's been empty since my parents passed. The contractors won't find anything odd about Narcissa requesting they be delivered there. It'll be easy to explain to Lucius as well."

"I'm sorry to hear that. When did your parents pass?" Molly asked. She sounded genuine, though she glanced at Bellatrix when she spoke, and Bella knew she did not think highly of their parents at all.

"Only a few years ago," Andy said. She kept her eyes on her work as they began tearing up the carpet. "Father passed...three years ago now, I believe. And Mother soon after. I read about it in the Prophet."

"The Prophet?" Molly's lips thinned.

Andromeda watched her out of the corner of her eye, smiling wryly. "I only spoke with Narcissa exactly once after I ran away from home, and that was for Bellatrix's funeral."

Bellatrix watched Andromeda curiously. She hadn't known there had been a funeral for her. There was a strange pang in her chest at the thought that Andy had gone, but she couldn't understand why... Something about Andy leaving... Andy had been furious with her...no... she had been furious with Andy, had assumed that Andy didn't love her anymore...

"But that's alright," Andy said. "I wouldn't have gone anyway." She paused, watching Molly work with a thoughtful expression on her face. "They were always fighting. Storming out on each other. Cissy and I always wondering when - or even if - Mother would come home. Bella did her best to reassure us, but I know she worried too. It wasn't until much later that we understood Mother couldn't leave. She would have been destroyed socially. Perhaps even financially."

Bella's ears drooped, remembering her strangely intense reaction to the neighbors fighting the first day at Grimmauld Place. It had affected Andy too although Bella had not understood that at the time.

"I'm sorry," Molly said quietly. "No child should have to go through that."

"They weren't completely terrible," Andy said as though compelled. "There were good memories. I think...I think they loved us. They just loved other things more."

Bellatrix hesitantly stepped forward and pushed her nose against Andy's hand. Andy glanced down at her with a watery smile.

"I was terrified when I ran away. I thought Mother and Father would come after me. But another part of me hoped they would, that would realize they were wrong and want to make things right..." She laughed bitterly. "But their lives didn't change in anyway. No one's did."

No, Bella thought. That wasn't true. Their lives had changed. Drastically. Something tugged at the back of Bellatrix's mind, some nagging feeling, but she couldn't pin down what it was.

Andy scratched the top of Bella's head lightly, perhaps mistaking the confused and frustrated whine for a sad sound. "I know now that my sisters cared. But in some ways that makes it worse."

Molly touched her shoulder sympathetically. Andy shook herself and turned back to the room, all business.

"Could you show me the spell for this again, Molly?"

"Of course," Molly said, and as she took Andy through the wand movements for removing the faded and peeling wallpaper, Bellatrix wandered out of the room, driven by the nagging feeling to find someplace quiet to think.

She ended up in Kreacher's den near the boiler. Kreacher was somewhere else at present so she curled up on his bed of filthy rags and stared unseeingly at the wall, trying to remember... The boiler warmed the room, and Bellatrix felt herself relaxing, her thoughts losing focus...

The night was warm and clear, a cool breeze caressing Bellatrix's face - a pleasant contrast to the hot and crowded ballroom. She stepped out onto the balcony, her eyes fixed on the back of Lord Voldemort. He stood by the railing, gazing up at the clear night sky. The stars shone brightly that night.

"Good luck," Lucius whispered as he stepped back inside. His job complete, he gave her one last look and closed the balcony doors behind him.

Voldemort didn't turn to look at her. "Come join me. The stars are beautiful tonight."

Swallowing nervously, she stepped forward to stand beside him. She placed her hands on the cool marble banister. "You wished to see me, sir?"

"I've heard promising things about you, Miss Black."

"I - thank you."

"You don't fit in well with the rest of pureblood society, do you, Miss Black?" For the first time, he turned to look at her.

She blushed under his gaze. "What do you mean?"

"The things I've heard - ruthless, cruel, arrogant." His eyes bore into hers.

"I - I don't understand," she said, her eyes filling with tears of shame and confusion. "You said..."

"You mistake my meaning," Voldemort said. "You assume I see these traits negatively. I assure you, I do not."

Bellatrix looked up at him with a hint of awe. "You don't?"

"I told you before that I don't take the grudges of spurned boys very seriously. But if you listen, you can often learn valuable things about both the man and the woman who spurned him." He turned to face her fully. "What I learned is that you are a strong witch willing to do what is necessary to achieve your goals. You see the use of all things as well as their place in the world - including your own. You know your own worth and refuse to settle for any man who cannot stand on your level. The men unworthy of you believe that to be arrogance, but it is they who are arrogant to believe themselves worthy of you - to believe they can tame you, to believe they have that right. Rather than rise to your level, they believe you should be brought low - chained and caged, your potential leashed. But I would see you unbridled and wild."

Bellatrix's eyes watered. She felt overwhelmed. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she struggled to breathe. "I...thank you."

"I would remake the Wizarding World. For too long, we've hidden in the shadows, cowering away from Muggles when we should rule over them. The Wizarding world is at a crossroads. Squibs and other lesser creatures trying to demand equal footing with people like us."

Bellatrix grit her teeth. She had heard about the Squib march on the Ministry. Her parents and Aunt Walburga had been involved in the pureblood riot that followed, and Aunt Walburga had still been seething when Bellatrix, Andy and Cissy had come home for the holidays, a few months later.

Voldemort continued, "In my world, we would enforce the natural order." He paused. "In my world, talents such as yours would be cultivated and celebrated."

Bellatrix could hardly believe what she was hearing. All her life she had heard Mother and Aunt Walburga fussing about her ability to find a good husband and serve him as a housewife. Her talents and personality - nearly everything she was they considered to be a detriment, something to be curbed or erased.

"I would like for you to join my cause, Miss Black. I have much to teach you if you are willing to learn."

Bellatrix's heart leapt in her chest. He would teach her? She wanted to say yes. She wanted this more than anything.

But what she said instead was, "Sir...in this new world...what would happen to my sister?"

Voldemort didn't bother to ask which sister she meant. "Your sister has been taken in by the lies and propaganda of soft-hearted fools like Albus Dumbledore." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "We will show her the truth. She will return."

Tears stung her eyes. A destiny greater than that of a simple housewife and mother, someone who saw her for herself and wanted to build her up rather than tear her down into something lesser. And he would help her get Andromeda back? It seemed too good to be true.

"You would do that?" she asked breathlessly.

"If you agree to join me and serve my cause," he replied. "Will you fight for me?"

Bellatrix blinked back tears and smiled.

"Yes. Absolutely."

Bella was roused from her dose by the boiler room door opening and closing and something shuffling inside. Cracking open one eye, she saw Kreacher turn around, spot her and freeze.

He dropped into a low bow. "Miss Bella. Miss Cissy is here if you wish to see her."

Bellatrix did. Stretching and yawning widely, she got to her feet and padded out of the room. Following her nose, she went back to her and Andy's room. As she entered, Narcissa waved her wand and the trunk that had been hovering beside her dropped to the floor with a thunk .

Bella jumped.

Cissy giggled. "Sorry, Bella," she said, but she didn't sound sorry at all.

Bella grumbled, stalking over to sniff at the trunk. Many smells clung to it, some of them seemingly familiar though she could not place them.

"Where're the floorboards?" Andy asked.

Cissy patted the trunk. "Right in here."

Andy smacked her forehead. "An enlarging charm. I should have thought about that. I can't justify buying one, but it's not like expenses matter to you."

Cissy glared at her. "As if you didn't make off with your inheritance when you ran away."

"Only part of it, which is enough to live comfortably if we don't waste the money on frivolous expenses," Andy said.

"Well then you'll be pleased to know I didn't buy this, I enchanted it," Cissy said with a glare.

Andy blinked. "That's a complex piece of magic. I'm impressed." At Cissy's narrowed gaze, she added, "I mean that! I've never even tried that kind of charm."

Cissy relaxed, her offense fading, replaced by a self-satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Thank you. As Draco got older, I had to find new ways to fill my time."

Andy smiled, amused. "Some people take up knitting."

"And some people drive their husbands crazy leaving failed enchanted suitcases lying around."

"I'm sure the failures were impressive."

"Yes, Lucius remodeled one of the rooms in the manor for my experiments after one of the suitcases developed teeth and tried to rip his arm off. We had to throw it in the fireplace to kill it. It screamed. That was...disturbing."

"What the... How in hell did you manage that ?"

Cissy shrugged. She opened the trunk, swished her wand, and a floorboard floated up out of the trunk. It was much too large for the outward appearance of the trunk. Bellatrix peered over the edge of it. She caught a glimpse of the bottom of the trunk much too far below before another floorboard floated up out of the trunk, catching her hard on the nose. Bella yelped and jumped away from the trunk.

Cissy giggled. "Sorry, Bella." Again, she didn't sound sorry at all.

Bella grumbled and stalked out of the room, resolving to watch from the safety of the hall. Once all the floorboards had been removed from the trunk, Cissy stepped back, seemingly content to watch closely as Molly showed Andy the necessary spells. Molly's presence seemed to make Cissy uncomfortable although Bella could not figure why. As she sat and watched, she mulled the question over. Tried to recall what she knew, what bits and pieces she remembered. Was it something to do with learning from blood traitors? It seemed possible, but not quite right. Likely it had something to do with yet another piece of information she did not possess.

Bellatrix was getting very tired of that.

It took the rest of the afternoon for them to finish replacing the floorboards and removing the wallpaper. They left the furniture in the hall, despite Sirius's grumbling, resolving to finish the room in the morning. Molly stayed for dinner, as Arthur was working late at the Ministry, but she left after, promising to return in the morning.

Cissy hesitated. "Lucius is gone tonight. I was hoping..."

"Of course, Cissy," Andy said with a soft smile. "We can share one of the guestrooms the children used. Bella would like that."

Bellatrix loved the idea. She eagerly led them both to the room that Hermione and Ginny had shared that summer. It still smelled like Hermione and Crookshanks with Ginny's scent mixed in as well, although Bellatrix did not care about that so much. She nudged Andy toward the bed that Hermione had used. There was still a smattering of orange cat hairs left on the blanket, and Bellatrix jumped up onto the foot of the bed and buried her nose into the spot where Crookshanks had preferred to sleep.

Andy grabbed some nightgowns from her drawers out in the hallway. She and Cissy changed, and then Andy climbed into bed with Bella. Cissy moved around toward the other bed. Bella grabbed Cissy's sleeve with her teeth, tugging her toward the bed with her and Andy.

Cissy raised an eyebrow. "Really, Bella? We are not sharing a bed."

She tried to tug her sleeve free, but Bella didn't let go.

Andy sighed. "Give it up, Cissy. She won't be deterred." She shifted over and patted the other side of the bed. "Come on. Get in."

"No, Andy, the bed is too small for the both of us." Cissy glared at Bella. "The three of us, I should say. This is ridiculous."

Bella whined. She didn't understand the reluctance to sleep together. The pack preferred to cuddle together. It offered warmth and safety and bonding.

Cissy frowned at Bella's whine. "Don't do that, Bella, please."

Bella whined and drooped her ears.

Cissy let out an exasperated sigh. "Honestly - fine. You win." She climbed into bed, huffing when Bellatrix let go of her sleeve.

Andy chuckled. "She's stubborn. You'll get used to it." A pause. "Again."

Cissy rolled her eyes. "Some things never change, I suppose."

Bellatrix waited patiently for Cissy and Andy to settle down before stretching herself across their legs.

"Bella, no," Cissy huffed, pushing futilely at Bellatrix in an attempt to dislodge her.

Bellatrix snorted and refused to move.

"She's not going anywhere," Andy said amused. "You'll just have to deal with it like I do."

"Honestly," Cissy huffed.

"Oh, come on, Cissy. It'll be just like when we were kids."

Cissy gave her a look.

"Okay so not just like when we were kids, but you know what I mean."

"Whatever you say, Andy."

Bella shifted, wiggling her way between her sisters. Cissy squealed when Bella's nose brushed her ear.

Andy tossed an arm over Bella's back. "Relax, Cissy."

"Her nose is so wet , it's disgusting!"

Bella rolled over onto her side, her paw pressing against the side of Cissy's face.

"Bella!"

Andy giggled. "You get used to it."

"Ugh!"

They eventually fell asleep, and when Bella woke, she felt different. Taller, longer, her limbs strange... She was human again. Andy's arm was still flung across her waist, but there was another arm around her shoulders and a hand stroking her hair. Bella cracked open an eye.

Cissy stared up at the ceiling, running her hand over Bellatrix's hair. Bella shifted, resting her head more comfortably against Cissy's shoulder. She slipped her arm across Cissy's stomach.

Cissy glanced down. "Are you awake?" She spoke in a whisper.

Bella nodded. At the vaguely disappointed look on Cissy's face, she swallowed and struggled to speak.

"Yes," she rasped after a moment.

Cissy didn't respond. Blinking back tears, she kissed Bella's temple.

"How do you feel?"

"Safe."

Bellatrix said the first word that came to mind. Cissy hugged her tighter.

"Do you think...could you stay like this today?"

Bella thought.

Cissy swallowed. "Or at least...just a bit longer?"

That Bella could do. However long and however much she could, she would. Especially for Cissy.

"Yes," she said.

Cissy smiled, her eyes watery. "Thank you." She kissed Bella's forehead. "It's still early. Try to get some more sleep."

Eyes drooping, Bella hugged Cissy tighter. "You too."

Cissy smiled slightly. "Of course, Bella. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"Always...worry..." Bella curled into Cissy, drifting off to sleep.

Bella was kept away from the room while her sisters and Molly worked on putting down the carpeting and putting up the wallpaper. She wasn't happy about it, but everyone decided it was for the best after Molly jumped, eyes wide with fear and shock.

"She's human again?" There was a hard edge to her tone.

"She's been getting the hang of her transformations," Sirius said, "though she's still a bit of a nutter."

Cissy glared at him, and he shot her a grin.

While the other three remodeled the room, Sirius kept Bellatrix occupied. He helped her get used to her legs again by walking her up and down the main hallway. Her arms were difficult as well, and he did his best to give her some direction on how to pick up various items like books and bowls, and spoons and forks.

It was frustrating at first. But, slowly, she found it coming back to her. The motions became easier, more familiar. Taking heart from this, she battled the temptation to revert back to her wolf form. It tired her still but less than before. She took a break an hour before lunch, transforming and slinking off to the drawing room to curl up in front of the fireplace for a nap.

When she heard Andy, Cissy and Molly coming down the stairs, she jumped to her feet, raced to the kitchen and stopped in front of the fireplace. She closed her eyes, focusing on Cissy: her request, the happiness in her eyes when Bella spoke, the feeling of Cissy holding her and stroking her hair, on how safe she felt with her sisters.

Footsteps entered the kitchen, and she heard Cissy ask with clear disappointment, "How long has she been like this?"

"Not long," Sirius said.

"Well...I suppose that's something - oh!"

Bellatrix fell backward, sitting down heavily on the kitchen floor. She blinked. Her vantage point had changed. Everything had changed. She was human.

Panting heavily, she looked up at Cissy. I did it!

Cissy placed a hand over her mouth in surprise. Lowering it, she gazed at Bellatrix with wide, watery eyes, and Andy smiled at Bella from behind Cissy. Molly watched her warily.

"You did it," Cissy whispered.

"Good job, Bella," Andy said with such genuine emotion that Bellatrix was taken aback.

Shakily, she tried to get to her feet. Halfway up she paused, nearly losing her balance. Cissy rushed over, grabbing Bella by the arms and helping her the rest of the way up, and, leaning on Cissy for support, she shuffled over to the table and sat down heavily in a chair. Sirius sat to her right at the end of the table.

"I'll get you something to eat, just stay there," Cissy said. She bustled over to the counter, grabbed some bowls and a spoon and then stopped, looking flustered and confused.

Andy smiled. Leading Cissy back to the table, she said gently, "Let me make us some stew."

"I'll help you," Molly said, eyeing Bellatrix.

"No, thank you, you sit down," Andy said kindly. "You've done enough, let me do this for you."

Molly sat down opposite Bellatrix, glaring at her, and Bellatrix lowered her eyes to the bowl and spoon Cissy had set in front of her. She fiddled with her spoon, trying to get a grip on it the way Sirius had shown her. Part of her knew how to do this - knew that one point it had been as natural as breathing - but now the movements were clumsy and unfamiliar. Smiling slightly, Cissy adjusted Bella's grip on the spoon.

"Like that," she said in a motherly tone.

Pots clanked behind them as Andy cooked. The stew smelled delicious. Bellatrix's stomach growled. She squirmed and grumbled, her mouth watering.

"Patience, Bella," Cissy chided. "And stop whining."

Bella blinked. She stopped whining.

"Sit up straight. Don't slouch."

Huffing, Bella tried to sit up straighter. Cissy placed one hand on Bella's shoulders, the other on the small of her back, and adjusted her posture. Bella shot her a disgruntled look. Cissy ignored it.

Sirius snickered. Bella glared at him which only made him laugh harder.

Andy brought over the cauldron of stew and set it on the table.

"You're going to burn the wood," Sirius said disinterestedly.

Andy looked up and down the table, raising an eyebrow at the scorch marks caused by the Weasley twins antics over the summer.

"I didn't say the wood was any good," Sirius pointed out.

Andy rolled her eyes and ladled stew into their bowls. Bella poked at the stew a bit then scooped a spoonful and awkwardly ate it. Some of it dribbled down her chin.

"Oh, Bella," Cissy tutted, wiping Bella's chin. "Don't wear your food. You're eating like a - "

"Animal?" Sirius grinned.

Cissy glared. "A child , Sirius. I was going to say child . A word you should be familiar with."

"You wound me, Cissy!" Sirius gasped, placing a hand to his chest.

"Good."

Andy stood up, moved around the other side of Bella between her and Sirius, and adjusted her grip on the spoon again. She guided Bella through the motions of scooping up a spoonful of stew and helped her eat without spilling it. Bella chewed the vegetables and meat thoughtfully. It was delicious.

Andy chuckled. "This reminds me of when Nymphadora was a baby. Minus having the food thrown all over the place."

"So far," Cissy quipped. "She's only had hands for a few hours. There's still plenty of time."

Molly kept quiet, watching them with a frown on her face and her eyebrows furrowed, a steely glint in her eyes. She did not seem happy at all with Bellatrix's progress. Bellatrix assessed her out of the corner of her eye, alert for any threat.

Andy helped Bella eat a few more bites before letting her try on her own again. This time Bella did better, managing not to spill or dribble any of her food. It was a hassle, in her opinion, trying to stay clean while she ate, and nothing the wolves ever bothered with. Also impossible, she thought, but she did not think that lessened her point. She could simply wash off after. But if it was what her sisters wanted and it would make them happy, she would do it.

Molly watched them. At length, she said politely, "This is very good, Andromeda. Thank you."

Andy tensed. Her movements became less natural. "You're welcome. It's the least I could do to repay you for all your help."

Bellatrix's gaze moved between them. Sometimes Andy and Molly got along well, but at others things became tense. It seemed when they did not have a common goal to reach, their interactions became strained.

"Hopefully we can move on to the rest of the house soon," Molly said. "It's rather depressing here - no offense, Sirius - it's coming along quite nicely, and it is much nicer without that awful portrait screaming all the time!"

Sirius hummed noncommittally.

The rest of the meal passed quietly.

"Stay here, Bella," Andy said after they had cleaned up and were heading back up the stairs. "We should be done soon. You can see it then."

Bella whined a little but stayed put. Once they left, she shifted back to wolf form, feeling warm and full, padded over to the fire, curled up in front of it, and went to sleep.

It was sometime later when Bella woke to someone petting her fur. She peered up groggily at Andy. Dimly, it disconcerted her that she didn't wake when Andy entered the room. In the forest, that could have gotten her killed. Would have gotten her killed. But it strangely didn't bother her here and now. Andy and Cissy were here. Sirius too. She was safe.

"Time to get up. Your room is finished."

Bella scrambled to her feet, stretched and yawned, and padded after Andy. When she entered their room, she stopped dead, stunned.

It smelled like fresh pine. The carpet was soft like a bed of moss. The walls were papered with a forest mural, trees stretching up overhead, fog obscuring everything in the near distance. It looked so much like home that she placed a paw against the wall to be sure it wasn't real. The ceiling was black, spattered with white dots like stars. Tension she didn't know she carried slipped away. Filled with awe, she wandered the perimeter of the room.

She paused, staring at the place the window had been. There was only the uninterrupted mural.

"It's an illusion," Andy said as though reading her mind. "I'm hoping to do more with it - let the window be open without the sounds and smells outside ruining the effect."

Bella liked that idea. Flopping onto her side, she rolled around on the carpet. So soft...

Gazing up at Andy, Bella panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Andy smiled. "I think she likes it."

"I think she does too," Cissy said with a grin.

"Thank you again, Molly."

"It's no trouble. It's nice to get out of the house with the kids gone."

Footsteps came down the hallway. Excited, Andy popped into the hall and grabbed Sirius as he passed. She dragged him inside.

"Look! Isn't it amazing?"

Sirius glanced around. He seemed impressed despite himself. "Very nice."

"We could do the rest of the house too, maybe not like this exactly but very nice, you know - "

Sirius shrugged a shoulder. "Whatever you want to do."

That seemed to put a damper on Andy's good mood. Bella jumped to her feet and nuzzled Andy's hand. With a burst of effort, she shifted back to human form and threw her arms around Andy's neck, partly in a hug and partly to keep her balance.

"Thank you...Andy..." she rasped.

Andy hugged her tightly. "Of course, Bella. Anything for my sister."

Bella squeezed her eyes closed against the sting of tears. Andy would do anything...but...

"Then why...did you...leave...?"

Andy gasped. Her hold on Bella loosened. Whimpering, Bella clutched at Andy, afraid she would pull away.

Andy rubbed her back soothingly. "It's alright, Bella. We'll talk about this later." There was a strain in her voice that made Bella nervous, but she made no move to let go, and Bella relaxed slightly.

Cissy rubbed Bella's back. "Is she okay?"

"She'll be alright," Andy whispered.

Cissy frowned but didn't push further.

"Thank you again, Molly," Andy said. "I appreciate the help so much."

"Any time."

Molly left before dinner that night saying Arthur would be home soon. Bella ate again as a person, powering through her exhaustion. Cissy seemed so happy to help her even if Bella felt a strange sense of guilt at having her younger sister feed her.

To Bella's disappointment, Cissy left after dinner. Lucius was coming home, Cissy said, and she had to be there to greet him - wanted to be there which Bella understood but which annoyed her anyway.

Stupid Lucius, Bella grumbled, climbing the stairs as a wolf later that night. Stealing Cissy away...going eat those stupid peacocks...

She froze midstep. Peacocks? Sirius and Andy had mentioned them once but...she remembered them. Ridiculous, pompous things that had always hated her. Cissy had been furious with her that one time Bella had attacked one.

" It attacked me first!" she had protested to deaf ears as Cissy had cleaned and treated the wounds on her back and arms from its talons.

"And you provoked it!"

"You didn't even see how it started!"

"No, but I know you," Cissy had shot back, and Bella had grumbled but stopped fighting with her.

Cissy had been right anyway.

For the first time, Bellatrix didn't join Andy in her bed. The carpet felt like portions of the forest floor, so comforting and relaxing. Andy smiled at her as she climbed into bed.

"I'm so happy you love it, Bella," Andy said. "I wish I had the skill to make this a real forest clearing for you, but I'd have to ask Dumbledore and, well - anyways, it might not be good for you but - sorry, I'm rambling."

Bella didn't mind. She liked it when Andy spoke to her. Cissy too. It was calming. Soothing. Comforting.

There was silence for several minutes. Then,

"Bella? Why don't you come with me up here?"

Bella didn't move. Tomorrow night she would sleep in the bed again. But she had spent all day as a human for her sisters. She would take this night for herself.

Andy was silent for a long while. Bella had nearly fallen asleep when she heard Andy rise from the bed, creep over to her dragging a blanket with her, and laid down on the floor beside her. She rested her head on Bella's stomach and draped a blanket over her. Bella's chest ached.

Bella nuzzled Andy's shoulder, licked her cheek, and settled down, feeling content and happy.