Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

The others words gave her pause, and caused a strange little hitch in her ever uncaring heart. The velvet words were soft on her ears, so contrasting to her smooth ones. The other had asked, and so, she would receive. 

Wednesday turned her ruined face to look at the other for a moment, and then moved to face her fully. I smelled new life, and I wanted to take it. The pack attacked me, Wednesday grunted at that, and shrugged her shoulders. I know it is there now, so I will get it when they least expect it. That this was such a boon of the other was not known to Wednesday at all. She spoke of it casually, lightly. She herself willed it, and so she would do it. But if she had known of the others longing, Wednesday would move the earth to obtain it.