Blackfeather Woods The one and only silver coin

Nemesis had victory, a title she wore with a dangerous pride. They had outed the rat that was the false King, Burke, who had only truly cared about fucking his whore of a partner, Malice; a good for nothing wench that had given birth to two sickly bastards with nothing to their name but a failed Alpha and another failed Alpha. In the times that followed, she found peace knowing that her rebellion had not been for nothing, that in the end she had obtained what little she had left to deserve. Nemesis had hardly ever deserved much but yet she had taken it all. What was there that she did not have? She had a lover, a place of power, a dark woods to reside, and unknowingly, children housed inside of her. As she strolled through the woods clensed of disappointment, a feeling began to stir within her; an odd feeling of nausea that she had not experianced before. Her feet stummbled to a stop, heavy breathing to return her state to normal. She swallowed relentlessly, attempting to push down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat. Yet, she did not understand. She did not get sick, she hardly ever had. Perhaps it was a diseased meat she had unknowinly eaten, for that seemed the only reasonable explanation. 

Yet, it seemed she was not the only one feeling of ill weather as she walked on, uneasy feet carrying her elsewhere. But the face she expected to meet as turned the corner was not one she had ever wanted to see again. “You,” She had gone unaware of the changes within her home, and had she, there would be no stranger to greet. Nemesis never let go of a grudge, nor forgot the hatred she felt for the wolves of Moonlit Hills, regardless of the current state of the ex-pack. How could she simply forget the first case of Burke’s betrayal, when instead of punishing those who had attack his Beta, had humiliated her in front of the attackers themselves. The scars that marked her neck was reminder enough that she would die before she seen the day where any other Moonlit wolf was welcome in her pack. “Get out,” It was not a suggestion, it was a command from the Alpha herself; one that a mere subordinate could not refuse. Yet, how had the female come to be welcome in the place of darkness, she did not know. Perhaps it had been Damien, unaware of the silvery female’s wrongdoings against the Alpha Female. The stranger would leave, and as soon as she could for a wolf that followed Malice would never truly follow them.