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Pride killed her in the end.

Behati had been conspicuously absent from pack life since her clash with Aria. Superficial wounds and a bruised ego followed her on a path deep into the woods, where the young girl mulled over her predicament - spending equal time plotting vengeance and making imaginary amends.

The fever took her quickly, and by the time she realized what was going on, it was too late. Infection had gotten in and staked its claim with alarming speed, darkening Behati's blood with poison. One determined bacterium and a whole lot of exceedingly bad luck was all it took.

They would find her on the beach, where she had collapsed in a shivering heap after throwing up the ocean water she had swallowed in sheer desperation. Had Behati ever spared early death a thought, this is not how she would have wanted to be found - damp and tumbled by the waves, stinking of seaweed and early decay. She had gone with her tongue pinched between her teeth and her eyes half open - staring emptily at the rocky base that bore her first and only home.

In her chest, a still heart - dark and heavy with the regrets of a life barely lived.