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She was sore. The old man hadn’t really hurt her, but her brief struggle had cost her. She was angry. She had spent the night thinking about how she would get her revenge, how she could make things even. So when dawn finally cracked – or when she thought the sun had risen behind the thick cloud cover – she made her way towards the pack borders. The blizzard had eased up, but soft flakes were still swirling down around her, weighing down her fur.
It brought her confidence. This was her season. Winter brought her strength.
As she trudged through the drifts, she thought over her story. The child and her guardian were likely to have informed their alphas of the scuffle. She wondered how this would go. She couldn’t afford another fight; it was time to play the long game.
She could be patient.
When she finally reached the scent barrier, Kaela let out a long howl, asking for the rulers of this land to meet with her. She was almost giddy, and had to remind herself she wasn’t in yet.
The voice inside of her purred. Never let this go. Never forget, never forgive.
She ignored it, instead looking forward, searching the white landscape for the form of a wolf.
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