Silvertip Mountain Smooth over the cracks

She listened closley as he asked when this happened, and she tried to remember. "It was about a month ago, after I held the pack hunt" she said and was sure that was when it happened. She also realized that if it was after the hunt, it meant Jensen was already in the pack. She waited to see what he would do, if he would belive her or walk away not trusting her, but it was his next statement that hurt her the most. A muder? Was that how everyone saw her? As some killer? She back away a few steps and looked down at the ground, as she never felt so hurt before.

"Is this how others see me, as a killer" she asked angrily at Fitz wanting to know the truth. In her mind she had done everything should could to be polite, and try and stop her mischievous ways, but no. She would try anymore, she wouldn't help anyone. Because who would want help from a killer? She waited for his answer and even though she heard he did not think of her this way, she had to know what others thought. Was she a monster in their eyes?

It made her so angry that someone would think she would harm a pack-mate, and even worse a pup! The very few wolves she actually cared about and she would give her life for, thought of her as dangerous. It would be her worst nightmare. "I would never kill anyone that lives on this mountain, and would only harm those outside the mountain that threaten the pack" she said calmly while taking deep breaths to relax. She began to realize she would never be accepted, she would never be good. That all she brings is hate.