Blackfeather Woods Your new home.

oooh boy *rubs hand together maliciously*

She had been happy, getting Burke to talk to her more often. Their realtionship was one she valued, not just because he was her Alpha but her friend, if such a thing could exist to her. Times had not been well. Pietro's death had only been to start of her misfortune. Nothing seemed to be going well for her, at all. The bugs had came, scattering the herds and leaving their forest's barren. Kendra would not speak, and hardly made contact with anyone since.. She could not blame her. Death always came where ever she went, and she had been a fool to think otherwise. There was no permanent happiness for her. There never would be. Her life was a series of unfortunate events she could not shake loose, and she was tired. She had no energy to care, figuratively and realisticly. There was no hope in the dark woods, and there was certianly no light at the end of the tunnel. She had screwed up her chances of that too early in her life. A part of her would always feel she had failed the twins, in death and happines. She had failed in providing for her pack and almost ruining it all at the same time. While she had been assured Burke did trust her, she did not know if she could trust herself and the circumstances of her current life did not help. Yes, she had Kove and Xan, but what if she failed them too? What if it was Kove who wound up dead or Xan who ended up starving? Something would happen again to screw things up. Something always happened. 

When the sight of Malice on her pack territory caugth her eye, she did not blink, she did not move. This was the end. She watched as Burke and her pranced about in some weird lovey walk that she only ever imagined him and Meldresi doing. The fallen Dark Queen had been replaced by the bitch and this was the end. She felt betrayed; an ache in her heart that felt like she had been backstabbed a thousand times, but she stayed silent. She always stayed silent. Burke had been unhappy and she got that, but after their talk she believed him to be fine. This was proof he had moved on and she could do nothing to make him see it wasn't right. The next thing they knew, Malice would be their Queen and Meldresi would be forgotten. That's how it was. It was life, and it was unfair. But she had made her vows to not only to Burke, but to the Dark Queen too and even in death she would not break them. Malice would never be their queen, and she would never be accepted. She would never be apart of the Brotherhood. Or so, if Nemesis could do anything about it. 

Instead, she walked out, making her presnece known though she did not bother with the theatrics. She stood infront of them, her eyes seething in anger though she did nothing. Every fibre in her body told her to drag the bitches dead carcass right back across the borders and right back to Moonhips where they could not be bothered by her annoyingly high voice and overall obnoxious presence. One thing stopped her, and when she knew, there was no turning back. Her eyes bore into the overly large looking sides of the female with the utmost hate she could muster. The bitch was pregnant. Nemesis could not have children, according to Burke but he could go an knock up the neighboor he hardly knew?! She felt like crying. But she refused to. Not infront of her. She looked to Burke, her aura of malevolent pride lost, silently begging him to deny what she had seen. In the back of her mind, she knew it was true. This really was the end of days. "How could you?" Her voice was broken, but her hate for the female standing before her only grew. Her eyes met Malice and a silent promise of vengence was inured. Nemesis was what she was, and she would never change. That was made clear to her, that no matter how hard she tried to "socialize" and become a better person, she was set for disapointment either way. She had been screwed over all along and she had no idea.