Ashanti arrived in a meadow, her journey continuing and she picked up a scent, or rather two that rang into her mind. It was a pack borders, but there were two scents when she knew. Sloane and Narimé. It was the borders to their pack, she had to hide now. They would both know she wasn’t an alpha, and everyone jumped to conclusions. She assumed they wouldn’t even ask what had happened. She was shaking in fear as she backed further away from their borders that she had accidently crossed before she realized her mistake and tried to correct it.
Ashanti tried to calm herself, but it was hard to when she was aware of what was going on. She wanted to just run, but for some reason she was frozen in her tracks. She was farther off from the borders, but still in eye sight of anyone checking them. She wouldn’t, no, she couldn’t move. Her limbs locked and that damned pup was kicking at her gut. She growled at herself, she also wondered. Why couldn’t she move, she knew she was in danger so why couldn’t she move. The last encounter she had been in with Narimé wasn’t a pleasant one, and Narime’s scent was fresher then Sloane’s. Shit. She was gonna die today she had the feeling.
Ashanti wanted to die, but at the same time she didn’t want to. She felt really bad about denouncing the child; after all it wasn’t his fault that his father was an asshole. Or if his mother was forced into this, Hollow was right, she did have a black heart.