Blackfeather Woods You were both born to be kings

She had not much time to gather more followers before Damien took his leap, and the rats were born. The restless Beta had waited too long, but a nag in her insides made her want to turn back, that it was not the right time. While Damien clearly had no problems intruding in on the private affair nor threatened by the consequences of doing so. The air was tainted with the scent of blood, disgustingly so. The birth of Burke's new prizes, bound to forget his dead son in the ground. It made her sick. So she held back, only a few feet away from Damien but enough to indicate she had followed with him. It was time to set things right, and for the Dark pack to come to order once more. For once, she did not care what Burke thought. He was no longer the Alpha she had admired but a sham of lies and betrayal.

Her eyes narrowed into slits upon seeing the female she so strongly hated. But a tinge of jealousy arose within her. The tones from within thr den inidcated they were.. happy. Why could she not be like that? No, she shook her head from those thoughts. It was not the time to get emotional. There was things to be done, and beings to get rid of before the night was up. She was unsure of what Damien would do, but she was sure of what she would, drag Malice by her tail all the way to the next region while Damien disposed of the children. They had no place among the Brotherhood, and she would not have her pack diseased by their scandelous blood.