Blackfeather Woods In Times of Rage, Voices Cloud the Mind

There was anger rising up inside her. How dare him? She was part of the bloody pack and he had NO right to harm her. Physically or psychologically. Right? You did provoke him, though. Just let go. If he feels like he needs to show his "power" then let him. He lost anyway.
"Let. Me. Go.", she said, almost screaming at his face. She let out a deep growl. She didn't intend to make him that mad. That wolf was simply dangerous. And Ayana liked that.

With a quick jump, she got up from the ground and stood infront of him. She carried her tail low to make him realise that he had done enough. Ayana couldn't be bothered to get into a fight. She would probably just get a few scars which would destroy her innocent outward appearance, which really didn't make anyone think that she was crazy in any possible way. She looked more like a dog than a wolf, a rather pretty dog, though.

"I'm ...", she started. But she didn't want to apologize. Not to him. That would make him feel even more powerful. She looked him in the eyes and then turned around, making no sound. She started to walk away, shaking slightly. Was she scared? No. Not one bit. He thinks he's better than me, but he's not. I killed someone, too. I don't care about what he has "done" to make him think he's the king of darkness. Maybe I'm the Queen. She obviously wasn't. Meldresi was, and Ayana respected her. But she had something dark inside her. Very dark.