Lost Creek Hollow i hear the hungry ghosts calling out in the night

The only reason Haven knew of the horrid cat circling the hollow was because of Ilya. Her poor friend, mangled and broken. She growled at the thought of the cat, thinking of how she would hurt it less she saw it. Haven nodded at Mordecai's words, wondering who here would do the rounds with her. All of the wolves here seemed pretty nice, she made a mental note to actually meet them later. Tail swishing across the ground, she looked back to her alpha, she was sure that he wasn't done speaking.

The beta's missing?! She thought, golden eyes flickering with worry. It seemed this cougar was a bigger problem than she'd thought. Was it picking them all off one by one? She had met a cat before, it had used a coyote pup as bait. Could it be the same wretched creature that had wounded her? Well that only made the feisty young woman want to kill it even more. Poor Ilya and, whoever this Luke guy was. She heard the puffball wolf next to her mumble something about Ilya. It was nice to know that her pack mates too worried about the female. She only hoped Ilya could get better soon. Real soon. She had so much to tell her and she was hella impatient.