Moonspear But it's fun to fantasize

@Charon!

Althaia rose to her feet with a wobble. Gingerly, she pressed her paw to the ground, testing. She yelped in shock when pain lanced through her leg, suddenly, and was quick to draw her leg back towards her body. She took a few steps into the clearing, gradually becoming more stable. Some of the lighter scratches around her torn up ankle had healed, leaving a light pink line. But most were still raw, and would twinge with pain whenever she moved. Tiny grass poked the bottom of her paws, and she nosed them with interest. 

Something had had been gnawing at the female as of late. Once she had gotten over her shock of being omega and slave to a hostile pack, a growing feeling of hate grew in her. She had seldom felt hatred for something before, not just dislike. But she truly hated the pale alpha and his midnight mate, and hated herself for crossing the borders. She growled, a tiny, low sound, as these thoughts filled her mind.