She had remained for days after Shade's death, haunting the pack lands in silence. Often, the ghostly female would leave for hours, even a day or two unannounced, to travel to the waterfalls that she and Shade had discovered. There, she could allow her heart to imagine that maybe, just maybe, it would all be but a terrible dream, and she would be woken by the dark males muzzle touching her side. But never did she wake with another nearby, she always woke alone. It was now ten days after Shade's death, and Spectre was having a hard time dragging herself out of the slippery slope of mourning she had fallen into. The once alpha had fallen silent, having spoken little since the death of her mate. She had tried to spend time with the two pups he left behind - but they both appeared more attached to Anastasia than they were to the mate their father took after Rose.

She found as she stayed, the longer she stayed, the angrier and more hate filled she became. Why did he have to be such a righteous idiot!? What hold did this..Roselia have on him even after he said he loved her? She was jealous of the invisible female that had stolen her mate from her. Yes, Roselia had given him pups, but she had taken his life as well. It was because of /her/ that Shade was dead. And Spectre felt a rage building in her heart towards a wolf she had never met. So help the other if she ran into her.. Spectre knew she would blame her until the end. It was.. much easier than blaming herself for not being there. For not jumping in in time to save the dark pelted male. She had spoken to few of the pack members since Shade's death. Actually, Spectre could not remember speaking to any of them, come to think of it. She knew that there were others that would do better in her position as Second.. and that staying here where everything was just a reminder of what she had lost was only going to be impossible.

A strange static had taken over her thoughts, a lack of care for her appearance had left her fur matted and tangled. With the occasional burr or debris stuck in the longer furs. Her weight had dropped substantially, and where she had once boasted a trim ninety five pounds, she now weighed less than eighty. The lack of will to eat had done that, the constant movement, lack of sleep. It was all wreaking a silent battle on the female, and she knew that in order to survive.. To find Roselia and do to her what she did to Shade, she had to move elsewhere. She had to get away from the pack, she had to find a new home, a new place to settle down and plan her revenge. With the death of her mate, had any of her thoughts been spoken aloud, some might realize just how fractured the mind of the previously gentle soul had become. How firm on the singular thought of revenge she had settled. She would not rest until the one responsible for Shade's downfall also lay bleeding and broken on the ground.

Spectre had no idea if Roselia was even alive any longer. But she had to turn her mind to something to keep her thoughts somewhat in tact and not drown in the pain of losing the dark male. Sure, she could blame Elettra, the dark female who killed him, but she was not the root cause. No. It was whatever hold the witch-woman had on Shade that caused him to lose his mind and attack a wolf without warning. Without the backing of his own pack to keep him safe. It was because of Roselia that he had done what he did. That he had died. Spectre turned away from her den she had once shared with Shade and approached the borders of pack lands, a slow, but steady pace. She had initially intended to simply leave, but instinct told her it was best to speak to at least Ace, or Anastasia and alert them to her intentions of leaving. With her muzzle lifted to the evening skies, Spectre howled, calling for Ace or Anastasia. She cared little that her voice was weak and the note barely held for lack of use over the last two weeks. If they chose not to come, then she would leave as she had initially intended. Without warning and in silence. However, she found herself curious if the two leaders would be angry at her for having basically kept to herself for the last ten days. But then, she wondered in the recesses of a mind that was slowly being twisted by thoughts of revenge, if she would even care.

Ace arrived, and at first, he remained silent. Spectre gave him a blank look from eyes of once joy filled ice blue now full of dark hatred and anger. Her brows were permanently knit into a frown, giving the white female an almost evil look. When he finally did speak, she felt her lips curling, displaying ivory teeth with a gut rumbling growl that emitted from the depths of her body. "What would you know of revenge?" Her stance was rigid, the fur along her spine rising to stand erect. The female had begun a fine tremble in her long legs, a tremble born of rage, a rage that grew as she spoke with a voice that was rough from disuse. "You as a pup are unable to do anything against a group of rogues.. But I. I can find the one responsible for his death and see to it she is destroyed."

The snarl that laced her words grew in volume as she focused her attention on Ace. For weeks, Spectre had needed an outlet for her rage. And here it stood. Right in front of her. She took a step towards Ace, her ears affixed his direction, head lowering as she continued to growl. "The witch that caused his death will find her own at my hand.. And if you stand in my way, I will see to it you are no longer an obstacle on my path." Spectre truly did not want to harm Ace, or any of the Pitch Pine wolves, but she had every intention of hunting down Roselia and making sure she to lay bleeding and broken. To feel the terror and pain Shade felt as he lay dying. Languishing for days. Even if Roselia was dead, Spectre intended to follow her trail to whatever end she may find.. And ensure she truly was six feet under.

His initial reaction had the females tail lifting above the neutral position, arching over her back. The new leader of Pitch Pine was showing his submissive side, and that spoke to the grief stricken females instincts. He was weak. An easy obstacle to overcome. His words only made the rage within her breast grow stronger, and Spectre felt the continuous growl grow in strength as her feet carried her one step closer, almost to within striking distance of the other, but not quite yet. "Good. If you had intended to stop me, I would not have hesitated to rip into your hide."

The tension between the pair was thick enough that a knife could have cut it. She held her ground, ice blue eyes boring without shame into the eyes of her new alpha. Spectre had gotten the permission she needed to leave, and that was all she needed. The males attempts to dissuade her from her course had failed, and she tore her gaze from the slightly darker colored male to retreat past the borders of Pitch Pine. They had already been standing close enough that really, she could have placed one paw to her right and been standing half outside the boundaries of the pack. Did she feel a remorse for leaving the only pack she had known? No, not at all. Technically, getting the permission of her alpha to leave was a formality. She would have gone either way, permission or no. The pale female felt her anger at Ace's self righteous words growing. If it had been him and Silver, she was certain it would have ended the same.

He spoke of Shade, and how she would die like him. The words boiled the hatred in her heart and Spectre snarled, turning once again to face the new leader of Pitch Pine Trail. She was angry, hurt and upset. He could have just left her be. He could have just let her go on her enraged path of revenge, but no. He had to throw Shades name around like it meant nothing to him. To say that she would die like her mate. What if that's what she wanted to do!? The white fae felt her legs tremble in her anger, she felt her eyes narrow and the edges grey as a high pitched noise rang in her ears. He was the obstacle. Ace was the object of her anger and she would do whatever it took to ensure he got out of the way. "What do you know of death!?" The words weren't even her own. The voice in which she spoke was guttural, too deep. It was full of pain and anger.

The female lunged, her jaws parting wide as she made the blind attack on her alpha. She wanted to be forcefully ousted from the Pack. She awnted him to stand down and let her leave. She wanted him to die, lying in a pool of his own blood and feel the helpless terror that Shade had felt when he knew death was upon him. Ace and Spectre were of similar size, both of similar health, she had no doubt that a fight between them would come to a bloody end.