Redtail Rise Vodka, baby

Tears. The kryptonite of her very essence. So no, she did not cry at this moment, as she would end up crunched in a ball, sobbing deep into the night. Instead, she frowned at the moon, glared at it, had a full on angry staring contest with it. Because If she couldn't be sad, she would be angry. She drew a long, raspy howl from her lips, her way of screaming curses at the moon. This world had tricked her into love,which she now knew was not real. No such thing as a mate there was to her, only a one night stand. That was the only thing the dark female had experienced, and the only thing she believed she would ever experience.

Her eyebrows sharpened back into a glare and she pulled back her lip. Her mother was a liar too. The moon couldn't grant love, and if it could, it definitely had a grudge against her. So her and the moon argued throughout the night through a series of glares, sighs, howls, and muttered curses. If the moon were a wolf, she'd spit in its eye and tell it to screw off, cause' the moon was a liar. A dirty, dirty liar.