We left our lives, floating in the night. We left our hearts, somewhere in the stars. We left our lives, floating in the night... We left our hearts... We left our Lives... The large, well fed tawny wolf strode forwards with purpose, with no fear of who may hear her approach. She was leaving a path of destruction in her wake as she desperately searched for any hint of him. Her heart had pined for her lost mate, but despite all her searching, he was nowhere to be found. When she had last seen him... It tore at her fragile heart, and so she had rebuilt the walls that had kept her safe on the other side of the mountain. She knew better now. Love left you weak. Perhaps she was too late to get her answers. Perhaps in his crazed state he had picked a fight with the wrong wolf? But she had to know. Athena's words haunted her, waking and asleep. Had he truly murdered their daughter? She needed to know. He had said Gone. Maybe it was in his own best interests to stay that way too, should her worst fears be confirmed. Perhaps he was dead. The dense trees embraced her as she moved effortlessly beneath their protective canopy. The mountain still tugged at her, calling her home... but she needed time to get away. She needed to figure out exactly what she was going to do, now that she was home, and now that there were certain members of the pack she struggled to tolerate. It wasn't her place to throw them out. Yet. The atmosphere of the woods about her suited her dark mood perfectly. She could no longer stand the dismissive glances of her pack mates, she would never grovel to that nut from the night Datura had wandered. She wanted to tear off his smug face, and given half a chance, she gladly would. She lashed out at a straying branch, grasping it tightly between powerful jaws and giving the tree a good shake, releasing her frustrated growl into the silent forest. She was an animal, in all her savage glory. Sometimes she missed being a loner. Subconsciously, she had worked her way back to the place where they had first met. The first place she had chosen to make a den. Here, they had hunted boar together... Here, she had laid awake at night, wondering about the dark stranger, and somehow she had known they were doomed from the start. Why had she come here? |
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