After an hour Stella couldn't stand it any more. Even though she still feels exhausted and like a truck had ran over her, just like last time, she gets up and starts howling for her mate like a real wolf. Long, plaintive howls that started low in pitch and rose. They echo for miles, ensuring that he would hear them. Not only is she calling him back, but she mourns for their lost son as well, making the whole mountain aware what had happened. Her howling makes her throat raw and dry when he does come back. Tears blind her from where she sits on the bed. Somehow she manages to summon words. "M'sorry," she sobbed softly. "I needed someone to blame for..." Another soft sob. "For our baby's death. I don't blame you..I needed to blame something so I lashed out at what was closet to me." She meant every one of those words from the bottom of her heart. As much as she does when she tells him I love you.