Blackfeather Woods In Times of Rage, Voices Cloud the Mind

Ayana wasn't sure whether she was fine with the meeting or not. She needed harmony in her life, which was a rather big contrary to her soul which always told her to be a lone wolf and stop developing feelings for another individual. The light wolf felt weird in her tummy.
She couldn't hide the fact that she liked that wolf in a way - in a very weird way. She felt like he was somewhat like her, although he didn't bother to hide his darkness, which she always tried extremely hard. Nobody knew about her little accident and she didn't want anyone to know, at least for now. Maybe she could one day talk to Grim about it, she felt like he would understand. But he made her feel pointless, she knew that he hated him right now.

Ayana walked away into the darkness of the woods, her new home, where she felt a little bit more accepted than in her old pack. Everyone had some kind of dark secret. And so did she.