Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

Memories of how disappointed Burke had been when he told her about his new - lover? Mistress? Concubine? She would never be a Night Queen, that was for sure. She didn't even know if anyone would become a Night monarch anymore. She huffed, her fangs still bared slightly in a tight snarl, and looked away, her blinded side blankly staring at Malice as her remaining eye looked to the side. Her head turned back and she looked straight at the woman. Nothing. Ignore my outburst. She said blankly. How long have you been pregnant? She tried to assume her duties as the medic and priestess of the forest, rather than tirading like the angry teen she was.